Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen held back his smile and said with a cold face, "you're right to beat people?"

Wei Anning looked up at him, his lips moved, finally admitted his mistake and whispered, "no reason!"

"I wish I knew I didn't pay attention." Leng Youchen looked at her with a soft tone. "I'll give it to me in the future. The force is mutual. If you hit her, your hand doesn't hurt?"

"Ah?" Wei Anning looked at him in surprise. Originally, he thought he would criticize her severely. Unexpectedly, the painting style was completely wrong. "President Leng, I beat my colleagues. Don't you punish me?"

Leng Youchen nodded, "it should be punished. Which hand did you hit and stretch out?"

Wei Anning quickly hid his hands behind his back and refused to take them out. His voice was frightened and said, "what are you doing?"

Leng Youchen didn't speak. She pulled her hand over with a cold look. Wei Anning hid behind her. She still didn't escape the fate of being dragged out by him. She looked at him pitifully, "you can't hit me, otherwise I'll hate you."

Leng Youchen lowered his eyes, looked at the red palm of her hand, looked at the five clear fingerprints on Roy's face, and knew how hard she made. He rubbed her palm and asked, "does it hurt?"

Wei Anning was dull. "Don't you hit me?"

"Well, what do I do when I hit you?" Leng Youchen glanced at her, took her to the sofa and sat down. He stretched out his hand and pulled her other hand, "let me see your other hand."

Wei Anning looked at him in a daze and felt that the painting style was even more wrong. Why did she see a touch of familiar doting at the bottom of his eyes, "Leng Youchen, I......"

Leng Youchen looked at the back of her other hand, which was red and swollen. There was an obvious red mark. He frowned at the tip of his eyebrows, and his whole body was cold. "How did this hand hurt?"

Wei Anning looked down at the back of her red and swollen hands and remembered that when Roy grabbed her hair and hit her to the foot of the stool, she hurt her head when protecting her head. She didn't dare to say, but said, "I accidentally hit the foot of the wooden stool."

Leng Youchen looked at it for a few seconds. He stood up and went to his desk and dialed the inside line, "Secretary Qin, immediately asked people to throw out the wooden chairs in the tea room and replace them with soft European sofas."

Wei Anning: "

Why was she suddenly caught off guard and fed a handful of dog food? Did he change the wooden stool into a sofa because the wooden stool hurt her hand?

If she said Roy hurt her, would he have someone throw Roy out directly?

Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be suppressed. She said hypocritically: "in fact, you don't have to do this, I..."

Leng Youchen came over and coldly interrupted her, "do you think I love you? I love those wooden stools. You've provoked you. You're going to hit it yourself? "

Wei Anning looked at him, laughing and suffering from stomach cramps, "Leng Zong, has anyone told you that there is an idiom called trying to cover up."

The feeling of being spoiled by him was so good, as if it was worth any more grievances, but she looked lonely at the thought of Linda around him.

"Mr. Leng, if there's nothing else, I'll go out first."

Leng Youchen held his chest in both hands and stared at her chest. There was a faint flame of magic in his eyes, "are you going to go out dressed like this?"

Wei Anning bowed his head and saw his clothes half open. He didn't know how long he had been facing Leng Youchen and how much he had seen.