MTL - Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife-Chapter 8 Coy Miss Man

Yan Rusheng hurriedly held up the wine glass, reached out his hands, touched Ming Zhongsheng's wine glass, smiled and said, "Grandpa Ming is so polite."

Then took a small sip of wine.

Authentic northern burnt knives, the entrance is spicy, and the roar is even more spicy.

Yan Rusheng didn't like this wine, but Ming Zhongsheng liked it. Every time he ate with him, he would accompany him for a drink or two.

Ming Zhongsheng, an old man of this age, likes this kind of liquor, and drinking half a catty at a time has no effect at all.

He drank half a cup in one sip, then picked up chopsticks and stuffed a dish into his mouth. While chewing, he looked at Wen Xinyi next to him and said with a smile: "Xin Yi, you are also respectful A cup. "

Wen Xinyi was a little embarrassed.

The full face was flushed, like two half-ripe apples.

She held up the drink cup in front of her, raised it, and reached out like a word, very polite, "Mr. Yan, I respect you."

Hearing Wen Xinyi's words like "Mr. Yan", Ming Zhongsheng frowned. "What is Mr. Yan? You're just like An Sheng, call his third brother."

Wen Xinyi's cheeks on both sides of the face became wider, and she did not dare to look at the face as if she were alive.

There was a little embarrassment in the atmosphere, and Wen Xuxu was upset in his heart.

I had known today that Yan Rusheng was here for a blind date, so she would not follow, and sitting here now could not find a reason to leave, and it was uncomfortable to stay.

She lowered her head and peeled a prawn in her hand.

Yan Rusheng glanced over her and saw her frowning and saw her mind.

The corner of his mouth was light, and a faint, intriguing smile flashed in the dark eyes.

As long as Wen Xuxu had any dissatisfaction in her mind, she would frown, and no matter what she held in her hand, she would suffer.

Just like at this moment, the prawn that had been peeled in her hand was rotten.

"Third brother!"

At this moment, Wen Xinyi, who had been struggling for a long time sitting opposite, opened her mouth shyly, with a low voice like a mosquito humming, almost inaudible.

Yan Rusheng looked at her, holding a wine glass in her hand, facing him.

He hooked his lips and smiled, reached up to raise the glass, and still just sipped.

Then lower the glass gently, and then retract your hand.

Every move shows nobleness and elegance, as well as the peculiar anger of him.

From when they came in, until now, Ming Zhongsheng said nothing to the granddaughter Wen Xinyi sitting beside him.

Yan Rusheng has been perfunctory, expressing his attitude between words.

Wen Xuxu didn't remember how many yawns she had yawned, she wanted to hurry back and take a shower and sleep.

But Ming Zhongsheng pulled Yan Rusheng into a hotter conversation, and he didn't stop without selling his granddaughter tonight.

And the **** words were not explicitly rejected, so I'm probably going to spend the night here.

Wen Xuxu yawned again, and the eyelashes like wings were already wet.

She raised her hand and glanced at the watch. It was almost ten o'clock. Tonight's show didn't catch up, and she didn't sleep well. It was enough.

"Secretary Wen."

Wen Xuxu was annoyed, and the words beside him suddenly called her.

She looked up at him, a little expectation flashing in her eyes, "Mr. Yan."

Is it going to call her back?

Yan Rusheng glanced down at her, Shen said, "Ming Dong treats guests to dinner. Do you disrespect Ming Dong for a cup, can you justify it?"

On hearing that, Wen Xuxu's face went dark.