Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Luxurious big set, the window of the outer hall is pulled by a layer of curtain, and you can see the outside dimly.

Yan Rusheng walked in, and on the sofa sat a slightly middle-aged man.

Seeing Yan Rusheng and Ming Ansheng, the man stood up with a smile, "Mr. Yan, Ms. Ming."

"Lawyer Zhou." Yan Rusheng nodded and walked calmly, shaking hands with the middle-aged man.

Then they sat down one after another.

Lu Yishan poured tea himself.

...

Coming out of the hotel, facing the sunshine, Ming Ansheng frowned at Yan Rusheng and smiled, "You should be relieved now."

Yan Yan sighed, "It's not the time."

Ming An Sheng pursed his lips and reached out to comfortably pat on his shoulders, "Some things can only be done as hard as possible."

The two walked down the steps of the hotel entrance, bypassed the luxuriously crafted fountain, and each took out their car keys.

"Mr. Yan, Mr. Ming."

A woman's voice suddenly called out in front of them.

Yan Rusheng and Ming Ansheng looked at each other. A middle-aged woman in a luxurious dress approached them, and there were two tall men in black shirts and black suits.

Ming Ansheng suddenly remembered something, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Yan Rusheng: "I remember, the woman's cousin was Jiang Zhuoheng just now, called ... what's Tinglai ..."

He couldn't remember the full name of the other party for a while.

The middle-aged woman approached, speechless and expressionless, Ming Ansheng knew that he could only stand up and be polite.

He put away his thoughts and nodded slightly to the middle-aged woman who came to them: "General Jiang rarely returns to Kyoto."

The current President Jiang, also known as Jiang Zhuoheng's aunt, and the president of Dingyuan, an international consortium, has more assets than his mother, Jiang.

Jiang Shaomei said with a smile, "My daughter has just returned to China and will come to Kyoto to play for two days. I will come to see the old man and take Yanting home by the way."

Ming Ansheng nodded, "Yes, called Yanting."

Finally remembered it, no wonder he was so horizontal with Yan Rusheng.

Ming Ansheng's response puzzled Jiang Shaomei, "What?"

Suddenly surprised.

Ming Ansheng explained with a smile, "Just now we met President Jiang's golden money in the hotel and I couldn't remember her name for a while."

Jiang Shaomei laughed again, but the tone of blame was full of petting. "This girl said she came to see her grandfather, but she wanted to stay in a hotel. She almost did not anger him."

Ming Ansheng smiled, "I remember she was naughty when she was a kid."

In fact, I don't have a deep impression of Xin Yanting in his mind. If he hadn't seen Jiang Shaomei, he wouldn't remember this figure.

No wonder it's so proud, so arrogant, Ding Yuan's money.

"That doesn't bother President Jiang, let's go first."

The words that have been silent are like living words, suddenly a faint word.

After speaking, he lifted his feet and walked past Jiang Shaomei.

His pace was quick, Jiang Shaomei turned his head and looked at Ming Ansheng.

"He's in a hurry." Ming Ansheng explained to Jiang Shaomei with a smile.

Jiang Shaomei waved at him openly, "OK, I don't understand his character."

Can't see the slightest mind.

"Then I will go first, too." Ming Ansheng took a step and kept up with Yan Rusheng's footsteps. "Yan San, Aheng's aunt, how about giving me some face?"

Yan Rusheng turned his face, and his face was full of doubts, "Why should I show face to my aunt?"