Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Xu Xu immediately answered, "I still have work to do here."

Talking about her, she looked down at the information about the big star that Bimbo had given her just now.

Yan Rusheng also looked down, looking at her with a soft voice and a soft voice. "It doesn't matter, I'll wait for you."

Wen Xuxu always spoke forever.

Even if he waits, he is extremely impatient. He has never waited quietly for her like now, always impatient again and again.

The two sat face to face, each busy with their own work.

Yan Rusheng's side, the sound of 'Pap' keyboard has never stopped.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang, and his instinct was to look at it vividly, and then quickly took the cell phone out of his pocket, tuned it to mute, and picked it up next to him.

"I don't like the video right now, so I have a text session."

Yan Rusheng only said one word, before he got to the door, he hung up the phone and returned, and returned to the chair to sit down. A pair of good-looking hands were put on the keyboard and knocked.

He kept his voice down as much as possible, for fear of disturbing life.

In fact, there are many places outside where he can work, but he doesn't want this rare opportunity to be alone with lifelike.

They haven't been alone for two months, and it's been that long.

Xuxu held his head in one hand and a pen in one hand, and the pen turned casually in his hand.

Time passed minute by minute, and the white paper in front of her was still a clean white paper.

After a short meeting, Yan Rusheng reached out and held up the water that Rose had poured in front of him, took a sip, and looked at the little woman on the opposite side.

She lowered her head, held the pen in her thin, white hand, and brushed her pen on the paper.

He didn't see what she was drawing, but raised his eyes, and his heart was soft and soft.

Yan Rusheng had no work mind, but did not dare to keep staring at lifelikeness. He occasionally tapped his finger on the keyboard and pretended to be at work.

WeChat on the computer suddenly prompted a message.

Yan Rusheng started to look at it. Lu Yinan sent it in the group. "Yan San, come out tonight to eat."

He responded coldly: "Don't go, don't call me later."

Lu Yinan quickly sent again, "We just looked at you and ignored you. You are the only one who is pitiful and sympathetic."

Is he alone?

Master Yan received 10,000 points of pride. He picked up the phone, turned on the camera, set the phone to silent mode, then quickly picked it up, secretly took a picture of Zhang Xuxu, and then sent it to the WeChat group. A cool look on the glasses.

Unexpectedly.

Lu Yinan: "Oh, this is not lifelike."

Ming Ansheng: "This is lifelike?"

"..."

"..."

A photo exploded several people who were silently watching.

Yan Rusheng sent another soldier who smoked in the past, and the proud index broke, "Well, why should you go to eat in a while?"

Ming Ansheng: "Look at you, I think your angle is obviously a sneak shot, because you are afraid of being discovered by Xu Xuan, the phone is collected too fast, and Xuan Xuan's hands are blurred."

Is the hand blurred? Yan Rusheng took a closer look at the photo, and it was really blurred.

He frowned, looking at Ming Ansheng's WeChat head, gritted his teeth, this fine old fox.

"I can't talk well, don't call me any activities in the future." Yan Rusheng returned a message in the past, ready to cross WeChat.