Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning was heartbroken, but she still bravely met his fierce eyes. She grabbed his hand and said eagerly: "listen to me, Leng Youchen, leave London and return to love sand island to wait for me. Once I get away from London, I will find you immediately."

"You can't get away?" The bottom of Leng Youchen's eyes glowed with a sharp light, "you let me wait for you in Aisha island. What if it's your wedding with Gong Ting, Wei Anning, what do you want me to do?"

Wei Anning was stunned and tears rolled down. She was very happy. He lost his memory and still remembered her. She was very moved. She was the only one in his world. That's why she couldn't selfishly let him stay in London and this dangerous place.

She struggled out of his arms, "I won't, Leng Youchen, you believe me."

Leng Youchen put his hands into his trousers pocket. He slowly retreated two steps. He shook his head, "no, I don't believe you. Since you won't go with me, I won't go either."

"Leng Youchen." Wei Anning looked at him in disbelief.

"For the time being, we can't agree. Go out." Leng Youchen turned coldly, walked back to his desk and sat down. He opened a document, but ignored her.

Wei Anning looked at his indifference. Her heart was like a knife. She wiped her tears and opened the door to go out.

When the door closed, Leng Youchen looked up and looked at her figure passing through the glass window. He closed the document impatiently and threw his body heavily into the chair. There was a sense of depression in his heart and there was nowhere to vent.

He got up, took off his coat, put it on and strode out of the office.

On the boxing ring in London's largest boxing hall, Leng Youchen punched Lu Feng. Lu Feng stepped back and blocked him. Looking at his desperate playing method, he felt a burst of weakness in his heart.

"Shit, boss, what are you stimulated to vent on me?"

Leng Youchen looked cold and ruthless. Every punch was murderous. His hair was wet with sweat. With his handsome and neat movements, he was sweating like rain and burst out of hormones.

When Lu Feng spoke, he got a punch. He burst out a rough sentence. He knew in his heart that he was working as a human sandbag for the boss today.

Leng Youchen's boxing was taught by him himself. It was almost to the point. He didn't want to die. When he avoided his other boxing, he simply lay on the ground in a big shape and said, "don't play, don't play."

"..." Leng Youchen saw his unpromising surrender, and his anger gradually disappeared. He leaned against the rope and breathlessly stared at the spotlight on the ceiling.

"What kind of creature is a woman?"

Lu Feng lay on the ground and looked at Leng Youchen. "I'm afraid you're like a wild leopard with love in your hair. Did you get abused by Miss Anning again? I said boss, can't you be a little promising? "

Leng Youchen looked over coldly.

Lu Feng trembled. He got up from the ground and analyzed: "in fact, women are the most unreasonable creatures. You reason for her. She thinks you fart. The most direct way is to put her on the bed clothes and see how hard her mouth is. "

"..." Leng Youchen's eyes showed disdain, "it's true. Master Lu Feng, do you sleep in your goddess?"

Lu Feng was stabbed in the soft rib, jumped up from the ground and waved his fist, "lying in the slot, you want to fight with me, come on?"

Leng Youchen likes to see Lu Feng's provocation. It's fun because of abuse. He opens his posture, "come on!"