Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

She guessed that if she saw this text message, she would not be calm.

"Fuck!"

Sure enough, Master Yan saw the words 'Zhao Zheng is here'. Jun's face instantly changed color, bursting with swear words, and his tall body had already stood up next second.

Qiao Jian, who was standing opposite to report to him, was frightened by his sudden behavior. He froze a moment, and asked nervously, "President, what's wrong?"

"That's it, I'll go first." Yan Rusheng left a sentence, and his steps have already gone out, walking by Joe fitness side.

Qiao Jian turned to look at him and shouted, "President's document ..."

But the words were not finished, Yan Rusheng had already left.

"Damn four-eyed pheasant!" Yan Rusheng got into the car, cursed, and started the car.

As soon as the car was out of the parking space, the phone rang and it was vivid.

He answered, took a Bluetooth headset, and talked on the phone while driving.

"You drive slowly, don't give me recklessness." Xu Xu expected Yan Rusheng to have such a big reaction when he heard Zhao Zheng, and expected that he would pass immediately.

Yan Rusheng said, "Today I must go and throw that four-eyed pheasant back into the mountains."

Xu Xu laughed over there. "Don't go too far, drive slowly."

Her tone obviously meant to hang up, and Yan Rusheng quickly shouted, "Wife ..."

Vigilant, "Huh?"

Master Yan grinned, "Can't you add a title in front of me when you say hello?"

"Husband, drive slowly."

Lifelike as he wished, a sweet ‘husband’ was added to the front.

Master Yan's heart was as sweet as honey, and his mood was indescribable.

Hanging up the phone, he reached out to turn on the radio, and even the song being played on the radio was very pleasant, relaxing and comfortable.

Yan Rusheng parked the car steadily at the door of the studio, and a silver-black domestic BMW was parked in front of him.

Don't worry, it must be Zhao Zheng's.

Get out of the car, Yan Rusheng went to the black BMW car, raised his foot, and kicked him on the door.

‘咚’.

The car suddenly screamed.

He took a step back subconsciously, and his head screamed with a humming noise. He looked at the car with a disgusted look. "

Scolding, he turned and walked towards the studio.

When he entered the door, the tailor passed by the door and saw him, politely nodding, "Three young."

Yan Rusheng nodded and walked straight to the reception area. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhao Zheng sitting on the sofa.

To him, Zhao Zheng is like a large stool that glows, which smells bad and is annoying.

"Yanrusheng." Zhao Zheng also saw Yanrusheng. He just turned his head to look at him, and then continued to look down at the magazine in his hand, turning the page very gracefully.

Yan Rusheng came to Zhao Zheng and looked at him in surprise, asking: "Zhao Zheng, how are you here?"

Zhao Zheng closed the magazine, raised his head, reached out and supported the eyes on the bridge of his nose, and said lightly, "I am passing by here and come to see the vividness. If she wants to invite her to dinner at night, she said that she would call you together."

Yan Ru frowns, "You come to the door, and I'm sorry to treat you."

Zhao Zheng laughed. "It's nothing to be embarrassed. Everyone eats together, and they don't care who treats, right?"

Does he say that he is sarcastic about his small family?