Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning found that not only women will turn over old accounts, but also men. It was probably her giving up that gave him too heavy a blow and made him uneasy.

Wei Anning was distressed. How could she be so proud of him? She was terrified all day because of her.

She put her hand around the back of his neck, took the initiative to give him red lips and kissed him on his lips. There was a flash of light at the bottom of the man's eyes. He stared at her, clenched her chin with his big hand and warned fiercely, "Wei Anning, don't try to move any crooked thoughts. I've recognized you in this life."

Wei Anning's eyes were misty. How could she make him like this? Even her kindness became a danger signal that she wanted to leave him. She hugged him tightly. "Leng Youchen, unless I die, no one can separate us anymore."

Leng Youchen's expression eased a little, but his voice was still a little stiff, "you do what you say."

"Well, I'll do what I say."

The two quietly hugged each other for a while. Wei Anning and Leng Youchen went to the intensive care unit. This point happened to be the visiting time. Wei Anning changed sterile protective clothing and entered the intensive care unit, while Leng Youchen was waiting for her outside.

The intensive care unit was very quiet, so Gong Ting's breathing fell particularly heavily in her ears. She entered the intensive care unit and stood by the door for a long time before she summoned up the courage to walk to the bedside.

The medical instruments occasionally make a "drip" sound. Gong Ting is full of tubes. His pale face is wearing an oxygen mask. His eyes are closed and he lies lifeless in bed.

Wei Anning slowly stood still and looked at him with his eyes down. He was very sad.

"Gong Ting, you should get better quickly." Wei Anning choked. The last time he saw him lying in the intensive care unit, he blocked the shot for her five years ago.

In all, she owed him two lives.

She gently held his hand, "Gong Ting, I have decided to make up with Leng Youchen. I'm sorry, I can't respond to your feelings. I'll always remember your kindness to me. When you wake up, stop clinging. "

Wei Anning stayed in the intensive care unit for a while. Until the nurse urged him and the visiting time was over, she stuffed his hand back into the quilt and got up and left.

After changing clothes, Wei Anning was still very heavy. When she saw Leng Youchen leaning on the white wall, she forced a smile.

Leng Youchen went over, stretched out his hand and held her in his arms. He said softly, "smile is more ugly than cry. Don't hide your true emotions in front of me. If you want to cry, my shoulder will be on your side at any time."

Wei Anning buried her head in his chest. She shook her head. "From now on, I can't cry anymore. I want to be strong."

Leng Youchen was extremely distressed, "OK."

He took her to the bench outside the intensive care unit and sat down with her. "After you were unconscious, I sent someone back to the mountain school to investigate. There was news."

Wei Anning looked shocked and looked up at Leng Youchen, "what news?"

"He investigated the killer's account. Before you went to the mountain to teach, there was an extra £ 1 million in his account, but there was no transfer source. I suspect that the same method as the attack on Birmingham was through cash transaction." Leng Youchen's expression is cold, and the other party hides deeply. It's a little difficult to find out the behind the scenes.

Wei Anning clenched his lower lip. "If so, do we have no clues again?"