Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen bent down and picked up several pieces of paper full of turtles. She turned page by page and her thin lips were slightly hooked. She was really obedient. She couldn't do less. She just wrote his name.

He lowered his arms and looked at her sleeping. He was annoyed and asked her not to make him angry. Why didn't he see her obedient?

He stood for a while to make sure she was asleep. Then he came to her and bent down to pick her up. She moved uneasily, found a comfortable position in his arms and fell asleep again.

Leng Youchen took her upstairs and put her on the cold big bed. It was probably the bun that made her feel uncomfortable. She rolled around and fell asleep.

The black dress set her skin better than snow, and the red plum birthmark on the butterfly bone on the back shoulder was faint.

He moved his eyebrows, bent his legs and pressed them on the bed. He leaned over, reached out and brushed away her dress, revealing the birthmark. There seemed to be a familiar scene in his mind. He couldn't help lowering his head and kissing the birthmark.

Hongmei's birthmark didn't change at all. He slowly released her and stared at the birthmark wondering why it didn't bloom?

The next morning.

Wei Anning was awakened.

Yes, she was awakened by her dress.

Last night, she didn't remove her makeup and her hair bun. She didn't sleep well. She kept rolling around on the bed. When she rolled, the gift skirt wrapped around her, and then became tighter and tighter.

At this moment, she was so strangled that she couldn't breathe smoothly that she woke up from her dream.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a strange room. She reluctantly sat up and looked at the room. It was cold and masculine. Men's clothes were put on the black sofa, and the air exuded a familiar smell of hormones.

This is Leng Youchen's room.

She thought for a long time, but she didn't remember how she came to Leng Youchen's room last night.

She looked around and didn't see Leng Youchen. She was relieved. She looked down and saw that she was wrapped in a long skirt like a baby silkworm. No wonder she was out of breath.

She trimmed her skirt and freed herself from bondage.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a great figure came in. He carried a paper bag in his hand, bent over on the bench in front of the bed, looked up at her, and smiled at the bottom of his eyes, "go wash and go downstairs for dinner."

Wei Anning is embarrassed. She occupies the magpie's nest. The man has turned and gone out.

She got up, picked up the paper bag and turned it over. She had underwear and underwear. It was very thoughtful.

She picked up the paper bag, went into the bathroom, locked the door, looked back at the mirror and inadvertently glanced at it. Her body was fixed and turned back to the mirror. Well, she finally knew why he wanted to laugh just now.

Her hair was fixed with hair gel and rolled around all night. Her bun had been scattered behind her like a plum wind.

What makes her heart more stuffed is that half of her false eyelashes are stuck, the other half is cocked up, and her makeup is painted. Like a ghost, she caresses her forehead and moans. What kind of ghost is this?

20 minutes later, Wei Anning came out after taking a bath. She didn't take off her makeup all night. She washed her face tight. She saw a bottle of men's toner, thought about it, picked it up and patted it on her face, and then went downstairs.

The sound of the range hood came from the kitchen. Wei Anning pricked up his ears and heard the metal sound of the collision of the pot and shovel. Is Leng Youchen cooking?

She walked slowly into the kitchen. Sure enough, she saw him busy in front of the Liuli stage. She tied a plain apron around her waist, and her cold back was a little more smoke and anger.