Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen walked out of the private club, and the arc of his mouth rose slightly. Lifting the hunting order was only his first step. The next step was to suppress the palace family in all directions. He didn't pass the revenge last night so easily.

Lu Feng waited outside. Seeing him coming out, he hurriedly opened the door and asked, "boss, it's done?"

"Well, he won't act rashly for the time being, but the old fox is as difficult to deal with as the legend. Don't take him lightly and go to the car store first." Leng Youchen leaned over and sat in the car. After thinking for a while, he said, "I'd better go back to the company first."

Lu Feng quickly got on the bus, started the car and drove away from the private club.

In the car, Leng Youchen called Wei Anning. After a while, someone answered. He frowned, "why did it take so long?"

"... what can I do for you?"

"Come downstairs. I'll wait for you downstairs." Leng Youchen said and hung up without giving her a chance to refuse.

A few minutes later, Wei Anning came down from upstairs and saw the man leaning by the car smoking. She walked slowly. She didn't know what he was going to do again. "Why did you ask me to come down?"

Leng Youchen threw out his cigarette, took the tip of his shoe and pressed it out. He opened the door, stuffed her into the car, sat in with him, "bang" closed the door and said in a deep voice, "go to the car store."

Wei Anning got up from the seat and smoothed her messy hair. She stared at him. "I still have a lot of design drawings. You let me go down."

"It won't take you a few minutes." Leng Youchen is overbearing.

Wei Anning: "

She turned her head and looked out of the window. She was sulking alone. Suddenly, her hand was clenched by a man. His fingers scratched in her palm. Wei Anning retracted timidly. She was afraid of hurting him.

Lu Feng looked up and saw them playing the "tug of war" childishly. He was envious in his eyes. When could he be so close to his goddess?

Leng Youchen wrote in her palm. Wei Anning was attracted by his actions and turned to look at him, "what are you writing?"

"I feel it." Leng Youchen continued to write.

Wei Anning stared at his fingers, wrapped with gauze, and her heart softened. "Does your hand still hurt?"

"It hurts. Blow it to me." Leng Youchen put his hand to her mouth and looked at her proudly. He was afraid that she wouldn't ask and couldn't find a chance to be coquettish?

Lu Feng: "

When I tried to beat him to death in the fist hall this morning, why didn't I say my hand hurt? Is it funny to be coquettish now?

Wei Anning held his fingers and blew gently at his mouth. His warm breath blew his fingers. His heart was soft and in a mess. The empty heart of five years was slowly filled by her.

Since then, he only lives for her!

"Does it still hurt?" Wei Anning blew carefully for a few minutes and looked up at him.

Leng Youchen's eyes darkened. He suddenly came over and pecked on her slightly pursed red lips.

Wei Anning blushed and pushed him away. Subconsciously, she looked at Lu Feng in the front row for fear of being seen by him. She whispered, "don't do this."

"What? So? " Someone played a scoundrel and leaned over again, kissed her hot cheek, "boo", the body shook, and Lu Feng quickly clenched the steering wheel.

He really didn't expect it. Unexpectedly, the boss flirted with women so unlimited. What about high cold and abstinence?

Wei Anning covered her cheek. The deaf heard it. She glared at him and turned her head to ignore him.