Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

He put down the phone, in the darkness, his expression was cold and solemn.

Three years ago, the good news left without saying goodbye. Is it really because of the reason that Xu Xuan said?

That night they had children?

Yan Rusheng put his hand on the armrest of the chair, smoked a cigarette and only took a sip. It naturally burned to the cigarette **** until he felt hot, and he remembered it, and reached into the ashtray on the table.

After a long silence, he turned on the computer and logged in to the mailbox that had not been opened for a year.

An unread e-mail was sent from February 14 this year. The sender, ‘Waiting for Good Voice’, was astonished.

After Fang Jiayin left without saying goodbye, for three years, there was no audio at all. This mailbox, he used to log in basically every day, and logged in for nearly three years.

But every time I came in, there was nothing except one or two unread advertisement emails.

After New Year's Day last year, he decided that he would never land again. Try to forget Fang Jiayin, forget the gentle confession, and forget their precious early night.

Although I still often dream in dreams, miss, unwilling, angry!

But after all he resisted, he didn't go to inquire about any news about Fang Jiayin.

Even afterwards, the old classmate in City B gave him her detailed address and status. He went to that country many times without ever visiting her.

Before he fell in love with lifelikeness, he always thought that as long as Fang Jiayin would take the initiative to return, he would bow down with him.

But now, in his heart, in his mind, his entire world is only warm and vivid, no one can hold any more, there is no gap.

Yan Rusheng did not open the email, and decisively deleted the email.

He thought that God was destined to keep him and Wen Xuxu together, so he just decided to give up at that time.

If he reads the email, the results may now be very different.

Then, he emptied every email that had interacted with Fang Jiayin.

Although Fang Jiayin sent him a long list every time, he always responded briefly, but he had thought about keeping these emails forever.

It's like keeping the love letter in the flowery season and rainy season.

Ah Sheng, I hurt.

Ashen, I like you.

Yan Rusheng put his arms on the table, covered his face with his hands, the sound of that night, the tenderness of that night, forget it.

No matter what happened, it is a thing of the past.

He now has only one goal, and he wants to be vivid.

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Xu Xu got up the next day, the pillow was empty, and she had no words. They always had the habit of getting up early, so she didn't think about it.

Today is the weekend. She didn't get up in a hurry, holding her cell phone and wanting to stay in bed for a while.

‘Tuk Tuk Tuk’

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Xuxu looked at her, thinking Zhang Ye had come to her for something, and she said casually, "Come in."

The person outside the door unscrewed the door lock, gently pushed the door open, and then a small head popped up.

"Miss."

Su Shi looked at the vividness leaning on the bedside and smiled sweetly.

Xu Xu was surprised, then laughed, "Is there something wrong? Come in."

She beckoned to Su Shi.

Su Shi then opened the door and approached the room, holding a notebook and textbook in her other hand.

After entering the door, she closed the door again, and walked towards Xu Xuan, saying, "I will not do my homework."