Mysterious husband always comes late at night

After hanging up the phone, Wei Anning turned around and saw Leng Youchen standing by the bed, smoking the bath towel around his waist, leaving only a sexy black bullet underwear all over his body.

Although he had sex last night, she subconsciously avoided it.

At this moment, he suddenly fed his eyes with ice cream and stared straight.

The sun fell on him. His chest muscles were strong, his eight abdominal muscles had clear barriers, and the Sexy Mermaid line extended down and disappeared at the edge of his trouser waist.

Wei Anning couldn't help swallowing her saliva. Is it really good to seduce her early in the morning?

Leng Youchen stared at her with bare eyes and lightly reminded, "your mouth is watering."

Wei Anning put out her hand and wiped the corners of her mouth. She didn't drool at all. Well, when she saw a cunning smile at the bottom of the man's eyes, she found that she had been deceived.

What a shame!

She wanted to get into the seam. Holding her hot cheek, she said bravely, "I don't have drooling. You dare to show your figure. Compared with those I've seen, it's weak, okay?"

The bottom of the man's eyes flashed a sharp light. He put his hands around his chest, took a step with long legs, walked barefoot to her, and there was a touch of danger in his voice. "Then you tell me, how many men's bodies have you seen?"

When the danger approached, Wei Anning subconsciously stepped back and was forced into a corner by him.

Her eyes moved. The man was very close. The hormonal smell from him was frightening. She held her breath and dared not look at him. She said, "let me count. Anyway, I can't count with my two hands."

Leng Youchen's eyes were deeper. He held her on the floor glass window with one hand, locked her in his arms, looked down at her red and bleeding face, and his eyes were dangerous, "Oh, so you read countless people."

"Of course." Someone was elated that he didn't know his death was coming.

In fact, she saw those male models in magazines, or the publicity photos on the men's side when she occasionally strolled around underwear, which made people spray nosebleed, but those male models still had a better figure than Leng Youchen.

Naturally, she couldn't say it and make him proud.

Leng Youchen lowered his head, and the sharp Feng eyes firmly locked her eyes, "come and talk to me."

No matter how dull Wei Anning was, she could also hear the threat of a man's voice. She trembled carefully, bent down to slip, and was blocked by Leng Youchen's legs. She went to the other side and was blocked by his arm.

She laughed and scratched her head. "There's nothing to say."

"Isn't it that you can't count your hands, so you're not impressed?"

Wei Anning was forced to a dead end. His cheeks were red and hot, and he was annoyed. "You are so strange. Why do you keep holding on to this problem?"

Leng Youchen snorted coldly. When she thought that she had seen the bodies of other men, she felt like she had knocked over the five flavor bottle. She had all kinds of tastes. When she thought that there was gong Ting among these people, she was even more angry.

"Can't you say it? Or haven't you seen it at all? "

Wei Anning tried his best to stick his back to the glass window and didn't touch his body, but he didn't let her go. The closer he got, the closer they were, and their bodies stuck together.

An exciting spirit in her mind quickly pointed at his back and said loudly, "Lu Feng, how did you get in?"

The man in front of him didn't move. He seemed to break through her little trick. He smiled unfathomably, "do you want me to punish you before you say it?"