Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning shook her head and thought that she might be distracted. She followed the maid down the steps and into the brightly lit cabin.

Leng Youchen watched Wei Anning's figure leave. He looked up at several confidants. His picturesque face faded the tenderness when getting along with Wei Anning, and there was a touch of fierce cold. He opened his lips lightly. "It took some time in Marseille. Next, you may need to travel day and night. You work harder and verify the process of the anniversary celebration."

Rong Ling took a step forward and pushed his wheelchair towards the cabin. "Three, don't worry. The more at this moment, the less we will take it lightly, just..."

"Just what? You have been with me for many years and don't hesitate to talk. "

Rong Ling pursed her lips, and a murderous idea loomed on her handsome face. "In our plan, we don't want to take the third young grandmother back to Beicheng. Will she do something unfavorable to the third young?"

The man frowned and his whole aura sank. He pressed and held the sliding wheelchair. The wheelchair suddenly stopped. The other people behind them were awestruck and knew that sanshao was unhappy.

Leng Youchen turned around, his dark and unpopular sight swept through everyone present, and finally fell on Rong Ling's face. It was clear that his voice and color were not exposed, but it made people feel inexplicably depressed. Even if he was in a wheelchair, he could not hide the indifference of his high-ranking person.

"Rong Ling, my wife is my bottom line. Don't touch her easily. What I want to do with her is my business." In the deep eyebrows and eyes of men, there is a sharp warning that they are not allowed to move their minds to their wives.

No matter what Wei Jingjing plans to stay with him, he is the only one who can judge her from beginning to end.

Rong Ling lowered his head in the man's deterrence, "yes, my subordinates know."

Leng Youchen's thin lips pursed into a straight line, pursing a cold fold mark, which was particularly frightening in the cold moonlight. He glanced around and saw that everyone hung their heads before he turned around.

Rong Ling hurried forward to hold the wheelchair armrest and pushed Leng Youchen into the cabin. Although he didn't dare to say more in front of him, he didn't agree that he took his third young grandmother with him.

This woman has been hurt three times less. Taking her with her is undoubtedly a danger to the tiger.

What surprised him more was that sanshao was so protective of her. What kind of poison did this woman give sanshao? Let San Shao forget the hatred of broken legs six years ago?

Wei Anning was sent back to his room by the maids. The room was very large, like the living room of lengyouchen in the castle. Outside was the reception room, small living room and study, and the innermost was the bedroom and bathroom.

She sat by the bed, not calm yet.

Seeing the other side of Leng Youchen tonight has exceeded her imagination. Such a strange man, respected by everyone, is it really him?

She lay on her back, staring at the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Every time she felt that she was one step closer to him, she would find that the distance between them was getting farther and farther.

If she hadn't bumped into Wei quietly, maybe she wouldn't have met a man like him in her life.

She closed her eyes and raised her hand over her heart. What should she do? Continue to stay with him until the mud foot is deep and can no longer leave him. If she is exposed as a fake, what will she do then?

When Leng Youchen returned to his room, Wei Anning was already asleep in bed. He slid his wheelchair and looked at her calmly.