Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning bowed her head. She knew the purpose of the Duke's banquet, but she didn't want to be a puppet or become the head of a country. She just wanted to live simply.

"Gong Ting..."

"The palace family has promised to marry the Duke's residence. Ning'er, you will become my wife. I hope it will never happen again." Gong Ting felt a pain in his heart. He didn't dare to think deeply, just as he didn't dare to think deeply about the three nights she spent with Leng Youchen.

He would rather think of her as a beautiful girl without losing anything, or the clean girl in his mind.

Wei Anning looked up in shock. "What did you say?"

Gong Ting put out the smoke, stood straight and walked towards her. Looking at her dark blue eyes, he said, "I've given you five years to tidy up your feelings. I think it's enough."

"Ning'er, I love you. I don't want to wait any longer, so I will marry you anyway."

Wei Anning looked at him. He just felt that Gong Ting, who was so strong, was so strange that she almost didn't know him. He shouldn't be like this. He was as gentle as jade, considerate and warm.

In the past five years, he has never forced her to do anything and has been guarding her as a friend.

She was grateful for what he had done for her. When he risked his life to block the shot for her, she even wanted to respond to his feelings. But she had a person in her heart. Even if she could never see him again in her life, she still couldn't do empathy.

"Gong Ting..."

"Go up, I'll go." Gong Ting said that and turned to leave.

Wei Anning watched his back disappear in the snow and marry the palace family. The Duke was determined to push her to the forefront and become a victim of the imperial power struggle.

What does she have to do to protect herself and keep calm?

And Gong Ting's feelings for her. She is very grateful, but she can't respond in her life. How can she marry him?

She had a splitting headache and dragged her tired body into the elevator. She leaned against the elevator wall and gently closed her eyes. How could she live such a bad life?

When Gong Ting walked out of the community, he saw black Maybach parked on the roadside. He put his hands into his trousers pocket, walked slowly, bent over and knocked on the window.

Leng Youchen turns back and sees Gong Ting outside the car. He presses the cigarette out in the ashtray and pushes the door to get off.

The two equally outstanding men stand out in the snow, and both have hostility to each other in their eyes.

Gong Ting looked at him. His clothes were thin and his shirt was pressed out of folds for some reason. He thought of Wei Anning's red and swollen lips. His heart was dull and painful. He was a man. How could he know how the folds were pressed out.

The colder his eyes became, "Mr. Leng, thank you for bringing my fiancee back. I won't bother you in the future."

As soon as Gong Zheng opened his mouth, he seemed to pretend to be Wei Anning's husband.

If it had been five years ago, Leng Youchen would have waved his fist to him without hesitation. However, five years later, he just pulled the corners of his lips and said sarcastically, "really?"

Gong Ting frowned.

"We will be engaged next month. I hope Mr. Leng can come. Ning'er should be very happy to see you come. I have something else to do. I'll leave."

When Gong Ting turned around, he heard Leng Youchen's voice slowly ring out behind him, "do you think this marriage must be made?"

Gong Ting copied his hand in his trouser pocket and clenched it into a fist. He turned around and stared at Leng Youchen angrily, "what do you mean?"