Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Master Yan heard that the whole person was bad. What did he miss?

Missed the chance to be soft tonight?

"Wen Xuxu, get down." He suddenly let go.

Fortunately, he was so agile and clasped his neck in time, so he didn't slide down from his back at all, otherwise his buttocks would definitely blossom.

With her feet on the ground, she frowned dissatisfied at Yan Rusheng, "Yuan Yansheng, you neuropathy, do you want to kill me?"

Yan Ru hit her coldly, "Stupid woman, I want to kill you."

He didn't remind him of that idea before.

After turning, he turned his hands into his suit pants pockets and strode forward.

Looking at his proud back, Xuxu couldn't help it, covering his mouth with a sigh, and laughed.

Her steps followed him, she was clearly walking, the pace was the same, but the distance between them was getting farther and farther.

They used to walk this road many times, just like they do now.

At that time she was always chasing after her desperately, and felt that after catching up with him, they could be together.

So she ran, ran after him, and side-by-side with him, but as soon as she stopped to restore her normal speed, they quickly opened up again.

She always chased repeatedly like this, and was overtaken and dropped by him, chasing the whole flowering rainy season.

Until later Fang Jiayin appeared, and she always walked behind them.

He held Fang Jiayin's hand, and they were always side by side, she only understood.

Love, if another person doesn't cooperate, one person's hard work won't work.

"Asheng." Xuxu thought, and shouted at the tall back, then raised his foot to catch up, took his hand, and joined him.

"Lifelike?"

Suddenly, an unfamiliar man called her name in a voice. She stopped and looked at the place where the voice came.

Next to it was a light-filled commissary from the former English teacher's house.

A thin man came out of the store. The man was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, wearing a pair of warm slippers on his feet, and walked towards her with a smile.

"Are you Wen Xuxu?" The man came to Xuxu, looked at her face, and asked uncertainly.

"I am." Xuxu stared at the other person's face, "You are Zhao Zheng."

English teacher's son.

After hearing Xu Xu shouting his name, Zhao Zheng was a little excited. "Yes, I didn't expect you to remember me."

He smiled and said, "Old school student, why can't you remember?"

Zhao Zheng heard the words, stretched his hands and scratched the back of his head, and looked slightly thick. "Why are you still here so late?"

Xu Xu pointed at the fried rice noodle shop in front of him and replied, "I miss the snacks here, come and have some."

"Oh." Zhao Zheng nodded, and then suddenly sent a sigh of emotion, "Lifelike, I never expected that you would live with Yanru."

Xu Xu smiled, and didn't answer, she didn't know how to answer.

In fact, most of the old classmates met this way. In addition to asking about marital status is about the development of their careers, it is as embarrassing as it is now.

"Isn't this the number one in our English department?"

Yanru came before his voice, and his cool voice was mixed with a hint of irony.

Xuxu thought that the last time he satirized in front of her that Zhao Wenwen had written poorly, writing love letters like elementary school students writing.