Chapter 886 Overestimating Master Yan's Mind

"Okay, let's go." Xuxu reached behind Yan Rusheng's back and pinched Yan Rusheng's thigh hard.

Yan Rusheng's brows trembled, and he didn't say any more.

They went to the convenience store inside the hospital to buy condolences. Xuxu first took a piece of bread and milk, opened them and ate and drank.

Yan Rusheng picks whatever is expensive on the shelf, and tries his best to show his "trenchness" in front of Zhao Zheng. When checking out, he is even more domineering, throwing a gold card without a password on the counter, " without password."

Xuxu had a mouthful of bread in his mouth, and the corner of his mouth twitched, what an upstart!

Zhao Zheng stood aside with a look of contempt on his face.

He felt that Yan Rusheng was poor in other aspects except for a little money. He had a poisonous tongue, was defiant, and had no taste. He used to bully girls, especially Xuxu, when he was in school.

So he has always been very disgusted with him.

But Xuxu still married him, which was what he was most unwilling to do.

"Zhao Zheng, take it." After paying the bill, Yan Rusheng handed the two heaviest boxes to Zhao Zheng.

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

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

Yan Rusheng himself only carried a very light bag, which contained a few exquisite fruits, and his other hand was still empty.

He took Xuxu's hand and stepped up to walk in front of Zhao Zheng, in order to show his affection in front of him!

Xuxu felt that it was a mistake for her to offer to see Teacher Zhao. She overestimated Master Yan's mind, which was too small for her to imagine.

...

Teacher Zhao lives in a single ward. He heard from Zhao Zheng that one of Teacher Zhao's students is the director of a certain department in this hospital, so he took special care of him and said it with a very proud tone.

He was ridiculed by Yan Rusheng again.

Pushing open the door of the ward, an old man in his sixties was leaning against the head of the bed, wearing glasses, and reading a health magazine in his hand.

He was very absorbed in watching, and the sound of the door opening didn't disturb him.

Xuxu looked at the old man's bald head, and there were many memories in his mind, and he was full of emotions for a while.

Mr. Zhao, who used to be always giving lectures on stage, was beaming, but now he is also old.

"Ms. Zhao." Xuxu entered the door and called softly, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

The old man on the bed slowly raised his head, and when he saw Xuxu, a pair of cloudy eyes under his eyes shone with excitement, "Oh, this is..."

Xuxu's face was familiar to him, but he didn't turn over for a while, Xuxu smiled and said, "Wen Xuxu!"

"Xuxu." Teacher Zhao hurriedly put down the magazine, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Xuxu walked over quickly, "Teacher, don't move."

She supported Teacher Zhao's arm, let him lean back, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"It's been more than ten years, and you graduated." Teacher Zhao held Xuxu's arm tightly, very excited, "You were the best English in the school back then."

There was pride and pride in his tone.

Xuxu smiled, subconsciously glanced at Yan Rusheng, secretly proud.

Yan Rusheng would give her a snort, very disdainful, and then looked at Teacher Zhao, "Mr. Zhao, you only know Wen Xuxu, but you don't know me?"

This is what he hated Wen Xuxu the most back then. He had good grades, but the teacher only regarded Wen Xuxu as a good student. When he named Wen Xuxu or set an example for other students, he would always mention Wen Xuxu's name. .