Mysterious husband always comes late at night

After drinking half a glass of cereal, her stomach warmed up. It didn't hurt as much as before. She found a quilt and threw it on the sofa, then curled up and lay in.

She was 1.7 meters tall, lying in the double sofa with a small part of her legs exposed. She lay on her side, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The suite was very quiet, and sometimes there was the sound of a man's long finger tapping the keyboard, which made her feel a little secure.

Tired all afternoon, plus the quarrel just now, listening to him rhythmically tapping the keyboard, sleepy, she yawned, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

After a long time, Leng Youchen stopped and looked up thoughtfully at the woman on the sofa.

The quilt fluctuated slightly, breathing evenly, and she was asleep.

She curled up on the sofa and showed half her feet. Her toes were round and shiny in the light. She was very cute. But her temper was like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard.

Looking down, he continued to process the documents. When he finished returning all his emails, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

He closed the computer, opened the quilt, got out of bed and walked slowly to the sofa. The warm yellow light hit her face. Her small face was red. I don't know what she dreamed of. Her small mouth smacked. The rosy cherry lips were full and attractive.

His eyes surged sharply. If there wasn't someone else in the room, he would kiss them.

He gently pulled open the quilt and bent down to pick her up. Suddenly, she was weightless. She moved uneasily. Leng Youchen froze. When she fell asleep again, he took her to the bedside and put her on the single bed.

She pulled the quilt over her and suddenly heard a faint female voice behind her, "Chen, is that her?"

Leng Youchen turned around and saw Linda sitting up from bed with clear eyes and no sleep. He frowned and said, "yes."

Linda leaned against the bedside. "Chen, you've been looking for her for five years. She doesn't seem to have any feelings for you."

"This is my business." Leng Youchen looked indifferent and had made it clear that his affairs did not need to be bothered by others.

Linda pursed her lips. "Even if it's wishful thinking, doesn't it matter? Chen, where on earth is she? Can she compare with one thousandth of what I have done to you? "

Leng Youchen's eyes fell on Wei Anning. He didn't remember everything in the past, but he remembered her name and her existence. If he hadn't loved her deeply, why did his heart hurt so much every time he thought of her?

Why was he so lost every time he sent someone to find her and returned empty handed?

Knowing that she had abandoned him and left with another man, he wanted to kill her, but when he saw her, he couldn't help getting closer and closer, creating the opportunity for this business trip, and even designed them to share a room.

Maybe this is fate.

"Even if she doesn't have any advantages, she is still the only person I remember in the world, so it must be meaningful to remember her. Linda, I said, I have no feelings for you. Don't be persistent. " Leng Youchen said faintly.

"She has no feelings for you. Why are you persistent?" Linda asked angrily.

Leng Youchen looked at Wei Anning and softened his eyes. After a long time, he said, "probably because she is the rib that God took from me."

Hearing the speech, Linda clenched her hand in the quilt into a fist.

She turned and looked at Wei Anning, who was sleeping soundly. Her eyes were filled with jealousy and hatred. Why did she do nothing to get Chen's heart?