Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

The hotel in the town, the rooms are not big, but they are clean.

Yan Rusheng dragged the box into the room. This is the hotel where Xuxu lived in before, and the room in which Xuxu lived.

The boss said that the guest had already booked online. The guest arrived early in the morning, and the guest designated this room. There is a balcony with a view of the entire town.

He paid ten times the price before the guest was willing to transfer it to him.

On the balcony facing the street, there is a hanging chair hanging on the balcony, next to it is a small wooden table, on which there are two white porcelain coffee cups.

Yan Rusheng loosened the box, walked over, reached out and shook the hanging chair gently, the corner of his mouth couldn't help spreading a gentle and spoiled smile.

What appeared in his mind was sitting cross-legged on this hanging chair. The sun was shining in from the outside and spilled on her. She was holding her favorite book, lazily and quietly, like that picture.

Thinking of it, he bent down and sat up. His tall figure was awkward to sit on. He grasped the side of the chair with both hands, carefully, for fear that the chain on the top would break.

This was the first time he had sat on such a chair, like a kitten's nest.

He thought that this should be designed and manufactured specifically for young women.

With my toes on the ground, I tried to shake it twice gently, and it felt ... not so good.

Gradually, he was no longer afraid.

Under the white light streetlight, the small town at night was caught in the white mist.

The tall man leaned his head on the edge of the hanging chair, thinking of the person he missed, and gradually fell asleep.

...

God, before the big bright, the town has already taken a lively and prosperous pace.

Yan Rusheng opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep all night sitting on this hanging chair. For so many days, this was the first time he slept until dawn.

Perhaps because of this, he was able to sit and sleep all night.

He got up, walked two steps forward to the window, stretched lazily, and looked downstairs. Half of the men and women on the street were tourists from other places and half were local vendors selling goods.

‘Sneeze’

Yan Rusheng gave a sneeze without warning, and then he sniffed again, but it didn't work.

He thought it might be the reason that he slept on the hanging chair overnight without covering the quilt. The air conditioner in the south was not as good as the heating in the north. The temperature was not so uniform and the effect was not so good.

Yan Rusheng finished washing quickly, put on his clothes and left, and continue to look for lifelikeness.

He thought that since she didn't go back in her thirties, she would definitely not return to Kyoto so soon.

The contents of the suitcase that I brought were never used. The toothbrush and toothpaste were prepared in the hotel.

He never used it before, even in a seven-star hotel.

Yan Rusheng dragged a small box and walked on the lively street. Although it was rebuilt after the natural disaster more than 20 years ago, it did not change its original national flavor at all.

People on the street and at the end of the street are even more sparse than those in the middle of the street.

As he walked, he looked at the shops on both sides of the street.

He wondered if Xuxu was tired of staying in that hotel all the time, and changed to a hotel, in fact she was still in the town.

A photo studio that looked a bit old was full of people. Yan Rusheng stopped and looked up at the name of the photo studio, ‘History Photo Studio’.

There is a constant stream of people coming in and out.