Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen looked at her eyes shining brightly and biting the yellow diamond in her mouth. He didn't need to think about it. He also knew what the two fools were thinking. He warned in a deep voice: "don't sell it!"

Wei Anning's dream of becoming rich was only half done, and he ruthlessly interrupted it. She looked up at him. "You gave it to me. It's mine. What do you care about me?"

"Don't sell or give away, do you hear me?" The man's eyes are cold and fierce. He designed it himself. It's the only one in the world. She dares to sell it and see if he doesn't swell her little ass!

Wei Anning puffed his cheeks, "who is so overbearing?"

"Bring it here and I'll put it on for you." Leng Youchen stretched out his hand. Wei Anning reluctantly gave him the necklace and squatted down in front of him. In fact, even if it was a stone, she was reluctant to throw it away, not to mention such a valuable thing.

Even if she is poor, she won't sell it.

Her hair was pulled up, revealing her white slender neck and exquisite clavicle.

Leng Youchen untied the lock and put a necklace on her. Her fingers touched her delicate skin like curd. She couldn't help shaking her mind. Every place on the two fools looked like the most perfect work of a carving master.

He suddenly buried his chin in his shoulder socket and sniffed hard. He sighed, "it's delicious!"

Wei Anning trembled sensitively all over, and even the tip of his hair was about to stand up.

She reached out to push his head, but the stubble on his chin made her palm itch. She drew back her hand excitedly and blushed, "Leng Youchen, your beard is so hard."

Leng Youchen deliberately rubbed her chin against her shoulder socket, itching her whole body to the ground, giggling and almost laughing. Fortunately, the living room was carpeted so that she could roll without soiling her clothes.

Her laughter was as crisp as a silver bell, and Leng Youchen couldn't help but arouse a smile on her lips. Only when she had had enough of it did she let go of her. Drooping eyes, the white skin on her neck was crisscrossed with red traces.

The man stared at her shoulder blade with dark eyes. Her skin was too delicate. It would take a long time to get a trace up. But the more delicate he was, the more he wanted her to be covered with traces of his love.

In the man's mind, thinking of some pictures that are not suitable for children, his body can't help but tighten up.

He suddenly let her go and slid out of the castle in his wheelchair.

Wei Anning got up from the ground and looked at his back. What's the man getting angry for no reason? She carefully recalled the situation just now. It was clear that he had been bullying her all the time.

She looked sideways at her shoulder, which was so red by his beard. She pursed her lips and hurried to catch up.

Leng Youchen ignored her until she boarded the yacht. Wei Anning sat on the first-class sofa. Behind her stood two maids waiting on the side. She took a cup of beautiful drinks with a straw in her mouth and glanced at him from time to time.

Leng Youchen sat opposite her. There were several documents on the tea table. She looked at it. It was Italian. She couldn't understand it. She didn't have anything to say: "Leng Youchen, can you speak Italian?"

Leng Youchen raised his head and glanced at her, then hung his eyes coldly and continued to read the documents. For a long time, he said slowly: "Miss Tuowei's Hongfu has done nothing in the past six years. In order to pass the boring time, he has learned several languages, not many, just the languages of 13 countries."

“……”

She gave him full marks.