Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen lowered his eyes and stared at her. At this time, she said this to him. Don't you feel very disappointed? He beat her a few times. Wei Anning's eyes were white and his mind was like thousands of fireworks.

What is the desire for immortality and death? She has realized it.

Leng Youchen pulled the quilt over Wei Anning, who was paralyzed all over. He stepped out of bed with long legs, bent down to pick up his home trousers and put them on. It was him who had been working all the time, but he was refreshed and had no sign of fatigue.

Wei Anning looked at him faintly. The man was so good that she wanted to whistle. There was no fat on her waist. Her long legs were against the sky. She saw a pink heart in her eyes.

She was particularly satisfied to think that such a perfect man belonged to her completely.

Leng Youchen put on his clothes and trousers, turned and walked to the bedside, knelt on one leg on the bed, leaned over and kissed her mouth, "rest for a while, and then feed your stomach. You should be responsible for feeding me."

Wei Anning buried his face in his pillow and wailed. The man smiled and turned downstairs.

After a while, Leng Youchen came up, wrapped Wei Anning in a quilt and took her downstairs.

Wei Anning struggled. "Let me put on my clothes. It's not good in case someone comes."

"No one will come. Put it on now and I'll take it off later. Don't bother." Leng Youchen turned a deaf ear, took her into the restaurant, put her on the chair, and turned into the kitchen.

Wei Anning was wrapped in a quilt like a silkworm baby. Leng Youchen began to serve, but he was very particular about pre meal snacks. Look at this posture, he prepared a rich French meal for her?

She picked up the exquisite silver spoon and began to taste the Matcha mousse. The taste of Matcha was bitter, but the more she ate, the better. Leng Youchen worried that she could not eat the dinner he prepared later, so she took the remaining half of Matcha mousse and ate it.

Wei Anning was so greedy that he stretched out his hand to grab it. "You prepared for me and robbed me of my food."

Leng Youchen put the last mouthful of mousse into his mouth and joked, "you want to grab it."

Wei Anning molars. He thinks she doesn't dare. Anyway, she didn't eat less of his saliva. Do you care about this time? She rushed over, blocked his mouth, put her tongue in and out of his mouth, and moved Matcha mousse into her mouth.

Leng Youchen couldn't stand her so blatantly provocation, so he began to fight back, grabbed her tongue and sucked and kissed.

Wei Anning's scalp is numb. He knows that he has been cheated. It's too late to retreat. Finally, he limps in his arms, slightly opens his small mouth and gasps. Leng Youchen contentedly asks her to lean against the back of the chair and get up to prepare the front dishes in the kitchen.

After lunch, they sat on the sofa watching TV. The sun came in and shone on them. Wei Anning grabbed his hand and bit at his tiger's mouth.

Leng Youchen's eyes were deep, "why bite me?"

"Just want to bite. Don't you like it? Bite it back." Wei Anning is provocative. I don't know why. Recently, he got a strange habit, which is to leave her trace on him.

Whether it's tooth marks or kiss marks, I want to put her exclusive label on it.

Leng Youchen's eyes flashed slightly, bit her ear and said vaguely, "you can bite me with another mouth. I don't mind."

"Hooligan!" Wei Anning smiled and scolded. He was caught by a man and taught a lesson, "let you see what a real hooligan is."