Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen repressed his anger and said coldly, "don't talk to me now, I'm angry!"

Wei Anning can't laugh or cry. How can this man be so cool?

Leng Youchen rode for two blocks. His anger slowly subsided. He slowed down and planted her across the streets and lanes to ride ten miles to Caesar.

At the traffic light intersection, there were luxury cars parked. Gong Ting was talking on the phone. He looked up at the signal light in front of him. Suddenly, a bicycle broke into his eyelids.

He subconsciously looked over and saw Leng Youchen riding a bike and Wei Anning leaning on his back with a satisfied face.

He felt a pain in his heart. He watched the bike ride to the opposite street and soon disappeared into sight. Someone was honking in the back. Only then did he react that it was already a green light.

"Mr. Gong, are you still there..." someone urged at the other end of the phone.

Gong Ting pressed down the bitterness in the corners of his mouth and said, "go on, I'll listen."

My thoughts have been taken away by the bike.

He once looked forward to falling in love with Wei Anning. He would ride a bike, take her from the upper reaches of the Thames to the lower reaches, and then travel to Edinburgh, and then let every corner of London leave their footprints and laughter.

However, when he was lucky to see this scene, he was in the car and the cyclist was replaced by someone else. At one moment, he hated her ruthlessness and non love.

??????

The bike was parked downstairs. Leng Youchen threw it casually. He bought worthless toys with millions of Hummers. He didn't take another look. He took Wei Anning's hand and walked to the elevator.

Wei Anning was dragged into the elevator by him, and his kiss came.

The frightened and manic man needed the comfort of her love. She put her hands around his thin waist and gently put her lips on him.

At the beginning, Leng Youchen tasted it, not light but not heavy. His lips rubbed or stayed on her lips, all warm and soft, as if just to kiss her.

However, unconsciously, his kiss turned into a storm, like a boat hit by the waves, unable to find a support.

Wei Anning's hand was subconsciously raised and wrapped around his neck to prevent his legs from slipping to the ground.

His kiss became more and more intense, and his big hand slipped into her down jacket. She was so cold that she woke up. When she found that they were still on the first floor, she almost wanted to dig in, press the top number, shrink in the corner and blush.

Leng Youchen leaned lazily against the metal wall of the elevator, raised his eyebrows and stared at her red face. He took a cigarette from his trousers pocket and lit it. As soon as he vomited smoke, the cigarette in his hand was taken away by her.

She pressed out the cigarette with a straight face and stared at him: "I know to smoke."

Leng Youchen enjoyed her control very much. Looking at her bright red mouth, his eyes were deep and dumb: "I can not only smoke, but also plug in. Do you want to try?"

"..." you old rascal!

Wei Anning blushed even more. A good word could make him speak so. She really convinced him.

"I'm good at sailing. Are you sure you don't want to try?" Leng Youchen continued to tease her. Seeing that she was at a loss and forced to be calm, she could hardly wait to rub her into her body.

In that case, will his heart not float in the air and find no place to return.