Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Hearing the words, all the people present laughed, only words were lively and their expressions were faint.

Everyone whispered in the dining room and moved to the living room.

"Come here, you eat and talk, I'm busy, I will ignore you young men."

Mu Li brought a fruit plate from the kitchen and put it on the coffee table.

Several maids invited for the New Year's home, Mu Li gave them a holiday home, only she and Zhang Huan to cook and clean up.

So after she was busy, she has been busy till now.

"Yan San, has Xuxing gone abroad?"

"You must take a plane abroad, even if you take a ship."

"Will it be with her grandpa?"

A few people sat down and started talking about serious topics.

Yan Rusheng frowned, then shook his head, "No."

Is he not enough to understand her? So he did n’t have any inspiration?

My mind was completely confused, without a little direction.

Lu Yinan thought for a while and said, "Did she call back? See if the number can be found."

Ming Ansheng's eyes brightened, "Yes."

Yan Rusheng ignored their opinions and closed his eyes.

"Host X has not returned home for several years to have a reunion dinner with his parents because he is hosting the Spring Festival Gala. This year our show team invited their parents over."

The Spring Festival Gala on TV has already begun in half, and it is a tender moment.

parents!

Yan Rusheng suddenly opened his eyes and straightened his waist.

The sudden move surprised both Ming Ansheng and Lu Yinan.

"What's wrong? This was a shock."

"Did you think of where Xu Xuan would go?"

"I'm not sure." Yan Rusheng said, got up, and hurried upstairs, he called as he walked, "Qiao Jian, help me book a ticket to the city of N recently."

Wen Yan said that the two people sitting on the sofa looked at each other.

Why did they forget that important place.

City N, a vivid southern hometown.

Yan Rusheng went upstairs and packed up a few things, wearing warm white sweater and jeans, carrying a small box in one hand, a black down jacket on his arm, and a mobile phone in the other hand. Put it in your ear.

"The latest flight tomorrow noon?"

"What about trains? Moving cars?"

"Faster."

...

In the south, a small town surrounded by mountains, the wet and cold weather is different from the dry and cold in the north.

A small town with classic characteristics. It sells sweet people and sells artillery.

A handsome man in a gray-and-white down jacket with a sky blue sweater inside, carrying a large travel bag behind him, and a camera hanging around his neck.

He had followed the short-haired girl in front of him for two streets, but the girl had only paid attention to buying snacks and eating all the way, and did not notice him at all.

The girl wore a long white down jacket, burgundy leggings, dark brown snow boots, black diagonal cross-body bag, snacks such as candy men, candies, chestnuts, etc., filling her two hands.

After walking for a while, she stopped again in front of a stall that smelled of stinky tofu, staring at the stinky tofu being stuck in the vendor's pan.

The man stopped with a gentle smile on his face, like a warm sun.

He raised the camera in his hand, pointed at the girl, and lowered the shutter.

Finally, the girl felt someone looking at her and looked back.

Her delicate little face finally appeared in the camera.

"do not move."