MTL - Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife-Chapter 1963 Don't think, never forget (sixty-nine)

Su Yan looked at the back of Mi Xiaoyuan, his mouth slightly tilted.

She said that one day with him, ten years of reading, why did he contact her for 24 hours, got out of fantasy, and realized the essence of emotion and life.

...

The plane at 3:30 arrived at 5:30 in Kyoto and left the airport. Su Yan looked at the sky. There was no blue sea and the sky was not so blue.

He carried simple luggage and came out of the VIP passage.

He doesn't know which big star is behind him. Many young girls are holding signs and waiting for flowers.

"Azhe ..."

Su Yan had not yet exited, and suddenly a large group of people came over and brushed past him.

He was squeezed back a few steps, it was very noisy, and he frowned unpleasantly.

Squeezed out, his clothes were a bit messy, and he lowered his head as he walked.

Lifting his head again, a familiar figure came into his eyes, and he frowned slightly.

It seemed that the other party did not expect to meet him, and his face with delicate makeup flashed with surprise.

However, by accident, after the two men were confused, they both looked away.

Su Yan lifted his feet and continued to move forward. The same was true of the other person. The sound of high-heeled shoes “传入” passed into his ears, and his heart trembled uncontrollably.

He lifted his feet and paused, just rubbing her shoulders, and he was ready to turn, and a tall figure ran over in front of him.

"Ting, there is no orange juice, only watermelon juice."

A sturdy foreign man, holding a glass of cold watermelon juice in his hand, ran to the woman beside him.

Su Yan stepped out and walked towards the exit.

The afterglow of the sunset reflected on his face, as if his handsome face was plated with a layer of gold, and the car was moving at an even speed. He looked out the window, the scenery next to the road, and flashed from his black eyes .

Maybe the next street, the next stop, the scenery will be better ...

...

half year later.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

Su Yan still buried himself in the work pile every day. There was a knock outside the door. He didn't look up and said, "Come in."

The frosted glass door opened, and the petite girl walked in. The clean and tender little face did not match well with the black dress on her body, but the clean temperament could be controlled by any clothing.

Holding a white envelope in her hand, she walked towards Su Yan, "General Su."

Mi Xiao approached Su Yan and she reached out and passed the white envelope in her hand.

Su Yan glanced at the envelope and froze a bit, then he looked up at Mi Xiao's face with a smile on his face, "What does this mean?"

Mi Xiao's voice was clear: "I have an ice rink in the city of our hometown."

"I am the boss." Su Yan put down his pen and leaned back lazily.

He looked at Mi Xiao, with a smile on his face, a slight smile, without any color.

Mi Xiao smiled and said, "Do what you like to do."

"I have the opportunity to support you." Su Yan happily reached for the letter of resignation from Mi Xiao.

Mi Xiao nodded to him gratefully, "Thank you President Su."

Su Yan pouted, "I said that all opportunities are won through your own efforts."

"Su President, I wish you all the best and good luck." Mi Xiao made a good luck gesture to Su Yan.

The two did not have too many greetings, and the farewell ceremony was extremely bland, goodbye.

...

The sound of firecrackers during the Spring Festival was endless.

After eating New Year's Eve dinner, the Ming An Sheng family came to the Yan family, and they had finished eating, sitting on the sofa making dumplings and watching the Spring Festival Gala.

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