Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen took a battle bath. His fingers touched the water and tingled. He wrapped his bathrobe and went downstairs. His hair was wet and drooping. At the moment, the man looked lazy and harmless.

There's nothing like the ruthlessness and coldness when shooting the killer just now.

Wei Anning sat on the sofa and heard footsteps. She looked up and just saw a man walking lazily like a precious Persian cat and sitting down beside her.

"Why did you take a bath? The wound on the hand can't touch the water. " His hair was still dripping down his firm face and rolled into his bathrobe.

She looked thirsty and couldn't help swallowing her saliva. Then she looked away and said flustered, "I, I'll get the medicine box."

As soon as she got up, he held her wrist. A force pulled her back and sat on the man's leg. She stood up embarrassed and was pressed back by the man's big hand.

Under him was the danger of a man's strength offsetting his strength. His hot big palm pressed on her thin pajamas, "sit with me for a while."

Wei Anning was on pins and needles. The temperature of his palm came through the clothes and seemed to be burning on her heart. Her whole body was tight into strings. She bowed her head and saw that the injury on his hand had been blistered white. She grabbed his hand and said painfully, "how did you get this injury back?"

Her hunch is right. He must be in danger.

Leng Youchen looked at her quietly, "I'm fine. I've just suffered a little skin injury."

Wei Anning looked at him, his fingernails were broken, his eyes were blurred, stared at him and said, "where did you get only a little skin trauma? Leng Youchen, when are you going to hide it from me? "

Looking at her hair blowing, Leng Youchen pursed his lips and decided to tell the truth, "I was attacked at night."

"Do you have any other injuries besides your hands?" Wei Anning opened his eyes and hurriedly checked his body. He met his previous gunshot wound. Leng Youchen's arm retracted in pain, and his face turned white.

Wei Anning quickly retracted his hand, looked at him painfully and apologetically, "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

Leng Youchen shook his head slowly, "I'm fine. Don't worry."

"Who are they...?" Wei Anning asked with difficulty. His repeated attacks must have something to do with her. But who sent it? Duke or father? Or Dora?

Leng Youchen stared at her, but for a moment, he guessed what she was thinking from her expression. He said: "they are killers invited by the enemies in the mall. They are vulnerable and will not seek revenge from me for the time being."

Wei Anning lowered his head and looked at his bloody ten fingers. He was so distressed that he couldn't breathe. "You've just arrived in London. Where's the enemy? Leng Youchen, don't lie to me, is it because of me... "

"No, don't think about it. It has nothing to do with you." Leng Youchen interrupted her, "go and get the medicine box. Your fingers hurt a little."

Wei Anning looked at his white handsome face and connected his fingers to his heart. How could he not hurt like this?

She quickly stood up and looked for the medicine box. Leng Youchen pointed out behind her, "the medicine box is in the second drawer of the TV cabinet."

Wei Anning quickly found the medicine box and returned to the sofa. She put the medicine box on the tea table and took out iodophor and wound medicine. She sat beside him and took his hand.

The nails opened to reveal the white flesh, which was dyed red by the blood. It hurt when she looked at it.

"You bear it, it hurts a little."