Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

"Let's go." Xu Xuan reached behind Yan Rusheng and gave a stern blow on his thigh.

Yan Rusheng trembled and did not go on.

They went to the convenience store in the hospital to buy consolation products. Xu Xu first took a bread and milk, took it apart and drank it.

What is expensive on the shelf, choose what you want, and show his '壕' in front of Zhao as much as possible. When you check out, you are domineering and leak a gold card without a password onto the counter. " without password."

Xu Xu had a mouthful of bread in his mouth, and the corners of his mouth twitched. What a upstart!

Zhao was aside, with a look of contempt.

He felt that Yan Rusheng was poor except for a little money. His poisonous tongue had no one in his eyes, and he was very unkempt. He used to bully girls when he was in school, especially vivid.

So he has always been indifferent to him.

But Xu Xuan just married him, which was his least willing.

"Zhao Zheng, take it." After finishing the account, Yan Rusheng directly passed the two heaviest boxes to Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng didn't want to take it, but in front of Xu Xuan, he wanted to be gentleman, so he reached out and took the two boxes.

The box was heavy, and the moment he took it, his shoulders crooked.

Yan Rusheng only mentioned a very light bag, which contained a few fine fruits, and the other hand was empty.

He took lifelike hands and accelerated his pace to walk in front of Zhao Zheng, with the aim of showing affection in front of him!

Xu Xu felt that it was a mistake for her to propose to see Mr. Zhao. She overestimated Master Yan's mind, and the small one exceeded her imagination.

...

Mr. Zhao lived in a single ward. I heard that Zhao Zheng said that a student of Mr. Zhao was the director of a department in this hospital, so he took special care of it and said with a proud tone.

He was satirized again by Yan Rusheng.

The door of the ward was opened, and the sixty-year-old man leaned on the bedside, wearing glasses and reading a health magazine in his hand.

He was very engaged, and the sound of opening the door did not disturb him.

Xu Xu looked at the old man's somewhat thankful head, and there were many memories in his mind, and he was filled with emotion for a while.

Mr. Zhao, who was once a lecturer on the stage, was also old now.

"Mr. Zhao." Xu Xu entered the door and shouted softly, a hint of excitement in his voice.

The old man on the bed slowly raised his head and saw the vividness. Excitement flashed in the dull eyes under his eyes, "Yo this is ..."

He's familiar with his face, but he didn't come across for a while, and Xu Xu said with a smile: "Wen Xuxu!"

"Xu Xu." Teacher Zhao quickly put down the magazine and lifted the quilt out of bed.

Vigorously walked over, "Teacher, don't move."

She held Teacher Zhao's arm and let him lean back, sitting on the edge of the bed herself.

"It's been more than ten years, you have graduated." Teacher Zhao clutched his vivid arms tightly, very excited. "You were the first English in the school."

There was pride and pride in the tone.

Xuxu smiled, and subconsciously glanced at his words, secretly smug.

Yan Rusheng would give her a secret hum, disdain, and then looked at Mr. Zhao, "Mr. Zhao, you only know Wen Xuxue, don't you know me?"

He hated Wen Xuxue the most in that year. Obviously his grades were very good, but only Wen Xuxue was a good student in the teacher's eyes. When he praised or gave an example to other students, he would always mention the name. .