Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Before he entered the door, he glanced at the door of the lifelike house, his footsteps endured, and finally he stepped into the door of his own house.

Yan Rusheng returned home without closing the door, and walked straight into the room, opening the room window.

Then he went back to the living room to turn on the TV and turn on the stereo.

Immediately after, he took off his coat, which was suspected of wearing light coffee, which made his skin fairer.

He went into the kitchen again, took out the apron in front of the door, and surrounded him, looking like a good man at home.

‘Every time love comes closer, it seems to hold you tightly. She stirs your heart, covers your eyes, so you do n’t know where to go ...’

‘Later, I finally learned how to love ...’

‘Allow me to fall to the ground and bury the past with silence ...’

‘...’

Liu Ruoying's album was repeated over and over again. This was her favorite album in high school. At that time, there were only these songs in her MP3. She listened repeatedly and listened to it.

Xu Xu was lying on the sofa, covered with a blanket, and the music coming from next door took her into the six years of high school memories she didn't want to remember, making her feel lost.

It was getting late, and she ate a lot of fruit. She didn't want to move and didn't want to go for food.

Staggering, but always sleepless, because the music next door is too loud.

Xuxu had been lying on the sofa. At seven or eight in the evening, her stomach began to protest, and she got up.

Lagging into the kitchen.

I opened the refrigerator and remembered that she had been ordering food online for two days.

Reaching and scratching her head, annoyed and blamed herself, how lazy is she? Going on like this, she's going to have a big cake on her neck.

Think of it as if I haven't gone out for two days, just go to Grandpa and eat something by the way.

Lifelike thinking, turned and went to the room to change clothes.

She couldn't take medicine because she was pregnant, and she was afraid of catching cold. She covered herself tightly.

Going to the door, she took the shoes out of the writing cabinet, and supported the cabinet with one hand.

Suddenly, she noticed that the music next door stopped and quieted down.

Without thinking much, she reached out to open the door, and the tall microwave oven lunch box that lay in the sight of her was placed on the ground, right next to her door. Each box contained a different dish.

The vivid eyes instinctively looked at the next door.

The door next door opened suddenly, and the man came out with a thermos bucket in his hand.

Light coffee sweater and washed blue jeans.

She bought it. After buying it, he never had a chance to wear it. This was the first time she saw him wear it.

Yan Rusheng was a little bit awkward, and then a little embarrassed, he said, "I've cooked, you can eat."

His voice is hoarse.

Talking to him, handing the thermal insulation bucket in his hand.

Xu Xu lowered his eyes and said lightly, "No, thank you."

She closed the door, took a step and walked towards the elevator.

Yan Rusheng looked at her back, pursed her lips, and her eyes were a bit lonely.

Xu Xu entered the elevator, the elevator door closed, Yan Yansheng turned his head, and looked at the lunch boxes stacked on the ground. He smiled and bent over and moved the lunch boxes.

Xu Xu leaned on the wall of the elevator, his hands clasped in his down jacket pocket, his thoughts flew out of control.

...

The next day, while Xu Xu was brushing his teeth, the doorbell still rang. Opening the door, there was a thermal insulation barrel on the floor, the one Yan Yansheng held in his hand last night.