Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

She walked over and reached out and touched Su Shi's head, comforting her, "Don't cry, he's gone crazy with alcohol."

It was as if she was staring at the drunk and unconscious.

Then he reached out and grabbed his arm, holding him, "I didn't drink much, how could I be drunk like this?"

Xuxu supported his words, walking towards the box while complaining.

Yan Rusheng drank too much, and Xu Xu went to say hello to everyone, and then called the driver to come up and help Yan Rusheng go downstairs.

When I was out of the hotel, I was about to get in the car. What did I think of? I looked at Su Shi and asked, "Well, Bai Jing?"

"She has something to do, go back first." Su Shi whispered back, and then she lowered her head, afraid to look at the vivid eyes.

"Oh." Xuxu nodded, without thinking, greeted Su Shi: "get in the car."

Su Shi sat in the front passenger seat.

Along the way, she stared out the window without saying a word.

Xu Xu realized that Su Shi seemed wrong, but only when she was upset about things with Ming An Sheng.

As she became more and more sensible, she inevitably thought.

Yan Rusheng didn't have any consciousness. When he got home, the driver resisted him upstairs and fell on the bed, letting Xuxu toss him.

"Drunken into a dog." Xuxu took off his shoes, then climbed into bed, sat on his body, stared at him, and drowned.

Staring at him for a while, she suddenly thought of something.

Touch both hands into the pockets of the words like raw trousers, one side.

He pulled out his cell phone and a piece of paper from the other pocket.

She looked at the paper in confusion, remembering like a flood, and rushed into her mind ...

It was the second semester of the second semester. Although it was already shaking its tail in summer, Kyoto was noon like a stove. After lunch, everyone was taking a nap and couldn't sleep on the table.

The language training book in front of her was open, and her homework was done. She was holding draft paper and bored drawing.

When she had a quarrel with Yan Rusheng at lunch, she was very angry. She wanted to draw him, and then poked him hard with a pen tip. She didn't know how to draw herself, and she held hands with him.

After painting, he wrote "Asheng" aside, and the two words that she uttered most often from her mouth every day, the name that would come to mind as soon as she closed her eyes.

"Lifelike."

The head teacher suddenly came in front of her. She was taken aback, quickly closed the training book in front of her, put the picture just inside, and then stood up and looked at the head teacher who came and said, "Teacher."

The teacher looked at her and explained: "Lifelike, all the Chinese training books will be collected in the afternoon and given to me."

Xuxu nodded, "OK ..."

...

Vividly looking at the hands, there was already some yellow paper, and his face was red.

It turns out ... This is the gift Mr. Li gave to Assun.

Teacher Li is really so, she just painted so casually, she has kept it for so long.

His face turned red, and he looked at the sound of sleep.

"She's so fierce that I won't kiss her ..."

She reached out and shoved the picture back into the pocket of speech, then leaned down, lowered her head, moved closer to the expression's face, and could clearly feel his breath.

His eyes stared at him sharply. "Asheng, are you proud to see the painting?"

The person underneath did not respond to her. She looked at his red lips, swallowed a spit, and her heart beating.

"Asheng ..." Xuxu stared at Yan Rusheng tightly, shouting tentatively, and confirmed that Yan Rusheng had no response at all.