Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen twisted his eyebrows, turned his head and stared at Linda. Leng drank: "nonsense, call Lu Feng and ask him to book a hotel."

"No, the hotels around here are full. Besides, Miss Wei and I are not crowded with you. Why are you so angry?" Linda put down her suitcase and went to Wei Anning.

She held Wei Anning's hand intimately. "Miss Wei, I know you're the best. I don't want to separate from Chen. Let me squeeze with you."

Wei Anning frowned slightly. He was not sure about the relationship between Leng Youchen and Linda.

If they were boyfriend and girlfriend, Linda saw her living in a room with Leng Youchen. She was neither jealous nor noisy. She had to squeeze a bed with her. It was unreasonable.

If it were her, she would have torn each other.

But if not, Linda looks at Leng Youchen's eyes full of love and attachment. Her eyes can't deceive people. What's the relationship between them?

And Linda is different from the aggressive woman on the phone yesterday. Is she real on the phone or is the coquettish girl in front of her real?

"Miss Wei, well, well, I really can't live without me for a second." Linda continued to shake her arm.

Leng Youchen stared at Wei Anning, who also stared at him. For a long time, she nodded and said bitterly, "OK."

Leng Youchen Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and her sharp eyes seemed to see through her. She tried to bear the discomfort in her heart and didn't turn her head.

Linda cheered, "thank you, Miss Wei. You are so kind. Don't worry. I sleep honestly. I don't shout, grind my teeth or kick the quilt. Chen knows me best."

When Wei Anning heard the speech, his heart seemed to have been chiseled a big bloody hole by the last sentence.

Leng Youchen knows her best. Is it because they slept?

She reluctantly pulled out a smile. "I don't sleep very well. I like to kick the quilt and fall out of bed. Well, I'll go to the front desk and ask if there is a free room. I'll move there."

A sneer escaped from Leng Youchen's thin lips, "isn't the sleeping appearance of the palace designer very good?"

Linda stood by, her eyes wandering between them, feeling the kind of tense ambiguity between them.

Yes, it's ambiguous.

But they are at war again.

It's more like being angry with each other.

She felt bad, but she had to force a smile and make jokes, because she knew what kind of man Leng Youchen was.

"Otherwise, I'll sleep on the sofa all night. Aren't you going back to London tomorrow? Just make do today. " Linda came out.

Wei Anning felt that the two of them were perfectly justified. She was the redundant one. She still had to stay here. She really didn't know how to avoid it. She said, "I'd better sleep on the sofa and you sleep in the bed."

"You all sleep in bed and I sleep on the sofa." Leng Youchen slammed the door with an ugly face.

The two people in the room were shocked. Linda collapsed her shoulders, sat by the bed and looked at her rival. She was a beautiful and spiritual woman. No wonder Chen forgot everything and remembered her.

In the past five years, no matter what news he got, he never gave up.

Until three months ago, it was certain that she was in London, he began to cloth. At that time, she knew that she couldn't keep the man.

But how could she be willing to wait for five years in exchange for absolute abandonment?

"Miss Wei, don't mind. My temper is so bad. Just smoke back." Linda comforted her.