Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

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Because of jet lag, it is very early and vivid, and the sky has just begun to turn white.

Yan Rusheng hadn't awoken yet, she got out of bed lightly, walked to the outer hall, and worked with the computer.

When the words were born, they ate breakfast and rushed to Ms. Mu Li.

Yesterday did not pass, Ms. Mu Li was distressed.

Sitting in the car, Yan Rusheng realized that there seemed to be something in his pants pocket. He reached in and pulled out the contents. A handkerchief folded into the shape of a dried tofu.

He shook away, with a cat squinting and snoring, and the four words in the lower right corner were more conspicuous and lifelike.

He stretched his hands in front of Xu-Xu, raising his eyebrows in confusion, "Wen Xu-Xu, why do I have a handkerchief in my pocket?"

Xu Xu glanced at him angrily, "Knowingly."

Besides she said she would stuff things in his pocket? Who else can come across his noble clothes?

Yan Rusheng heard the words and smiled softly, "You gave it to me?"

As he said, he retracted his hands, lowered his head, put the tip of his nose against the handkerchief, and smelled it, "the smell of a Wenben woman."

"Don't give it back to me." Xuxu reached out and grabbed a handkerchief.

Yan Rusheng opened his five fingers and grabbed a handkerchief into his hand. He said in a hurry, "Although it is very naive and creative, but you gave it to me, I will still love it and Wuwu like it."

Xuxu stared at him, "Just keep your wits on."

Yan Rusheng didn't tease her anymore, folded her handkerchief, and stuffed it back into her pocket.

Vixue thought for a while, and watched him warn again: "If you dare to lose, this time you will not spare you."

"No." Yan Rusheng smiled and promised, "I will hold him in my pocket every day, just like Wen Xuxu in my pocket."

Xu Xu ignored his second half of the sentence and was very satisfied with the first half.

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Three days off on New Year's Day, they already left the company on the 30th, and both came out, destined not to stay more.

After returning to Muli for a meal, they hurried back to China for the flight that night.

It is midnight to Kyoto.

Qiao Jian came to pick up the plane. This time Xuxing didn't sleep much on the plane. He got into the car and came to sleep. He leaned against the window and fell asleep.

When he was about to get home, Yan Rusheng's cell phone suddenly rang.

Xuxu mumbled with his ringing noise, then changed his posture and continued to sleep.

Yan Rusheng looked at the caller ID on the phone screen and turned off the ringtone. He turned his head to look vivid, and then picked up the phone and put it in his ear, lowering his voice, "What's the matter?"

"Let the caregiver pass, I don't have time."

Yan Rusheng simply spoke to the person on the phone and hung up the phone.

Xu Xu was still awakened by the voice of Yan Shengsheng, rubbing her eyes, seeing Yan Shengsheng's face was not very good, she asked in confusion: "Who's calling?"

Yan Rusheng changed his relaxed expression, shook his head and said, "Work matters."

The car had arrived at the gate of the yard, and the lights in the house were bright and curious.

Zhang Ye is very economical. Only she and the housekeeper are at home. It is impossible for her to turn on the headlights at home.

The housekeeper saw that Yan Yansheng's car was back, and quickly opened the yard door, and the car turned into the yard.

A silver-white Mercedes-Benz was parked in the yard. Their car lights were too strong, and they could not see the license plate.