Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Back in the apartment, Wei Anning changed his shoes at the entrance. Leng Youchen went upstairs with his things. Wei Anning quickly called him, "Leng Youchen, that... I'll sleep in the guest room. Give me your things."

Leng Youchen stepped on the steps and looked at her. "Do you think I'll let you sleep in the guest room?"

Wei Anning: "

Seeing the man upstairs, she went into the living room, sat down on the beige sofa, held a pillow in front of her, turned on the TV and watched. The midnight channel plays restricted movies very attentively.

She took the remote control and turned it over in boredom. She stayed on one of the platforms. It was a film that had been released for several years, called "fifty degrees of gray", which told the story of a president raising a pure female college student.

The picture just stayed for the first time. The picture felt very beautiful. She was fascinated. When she heard Leng Youchen's voice ringing from her ears, the plot was at a climax.

"Do you like back entry?"

Wei Anning recovered. He looked up and saw Leng Youchen standing next to her with his hands in his pockets and watching TV. It was not a back-to-back plot, because the man hated women touching his body, so he especially liked this position.

Her cheeks flushed. She quickly picked up the remote control to turn off the TV, but she was held down by a big hand with distinct bones.

His hand burned like a hot cigarette butt on her skin. She was surprised and quickly retracted her hand. There was a gasp in the sound, and the ambiguous restless factors in the air were imminent.

She quickly took down her pillow and said flustered, "I'll take a bath."

As soon as she got up, she was pulled back by him and sat next to him. Her voice was hoarse and charming. "Go after reading it."

Wei Anning's face is like a fire. She secretly watches the plot on TV. When she watched it alone just now, she can still enjoy the film. When he sat next to him, even the air became delicate and dangerous.

She scratched her hair. "It's too late. I have to go to work tomorrow."

The man held her wrist and leaned lazily on the back of the sofa. Feng's eyes were dark and deep, like a black vortex, which would suck her in. He picked up his cell phone and dialed a phone number, "Arthur, inform all the employees to go to work tomorrow afternoon."

“……”

Wei Anning silently watched him throw his mobile phone back to the tea table. The excuse she made was easy, not an excuse.

But in the middle of the night, lonely men and women stay together and look at such restricted things. Can't they really wipe the gun and go off?

As if to see her mind, someone said calmly in her ear, "I have enough concentration. If you can't help it, I don't mind serving you."

The implication is that she doesn't have enough concentration.

Wei Anning licked his dry red lips, "don't worry, I have enough concentration."

Leng Youchen chuckled and took his big hand away from her wrist. He lit a cigarette, picked up the remote control and turned up the volume. Dolby's surround sound suddenly sounded in the living room.

Wheezing in his ear became heavier and heavier. The male Lord said love words close to the female Lord's ear. Wei Anning was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his eyes.

Leng Youchen smoked lightly, his eyes fell on her red face, and asked in a low voice, "what posture do you like?"

Obviously, the volume was so loud that Wei Anning still heard his problem clearly. She didn't know if adult men and women would discuss this together, but at the moment, his problem made her very ashamed.

Seeing her biting her lips and not talking, he asked, "what posture did we use when we used to do it?"