Mysterious husband always comes late at night

In the study, Leng Youchen was sitting in a wheelchair. He lit a cigarette, took a sip in his mouth, and slowly spit out white smoke circles. He looked handsome and elegant, but the eyebrows were extremely sharp.

Rong Ling, standing opposite him, looked a little dignified in such a quiet and silent atmosphere of terror, and sanshao was angry.

Rong Ling tightened her thin lips and said angrily, "San Shao, that kind of woman hurt you once and will hurt you for the second time, you..."

Before he finished, a sharp wind blew across his cheek, and behind him came a loud bang. A crystal ashtray wiped his cheek and smashed on the floor.

Rong Ling was shocked. He couldn't take care of the pain from his cheeks. He knelt straight on the ground, "three little, please calm down."

Leng Youchen snorted from his nose, and his sharp Feng eyes stared at him, "that kind of woman? Tell me, what kind of woman is a housewife in your eyes? "

Rong Ling hung his head. He was obviously afraid of Leng Youchen's anger, but he didn't change his mouth. Facing the danger of angering him, he said, "Miss Wei is not worthy to be a housewife. San Shao, have you forgotten the original intention of marrying her at that time?"

"I didn't forget!" The cold and cold voice, "Rong Ling, she is not worthy of being the master mother, I has the final say, and do not let me hear anything from you in her mouth."

"Three little!" Rong Ling wanted to persuade again. He was stopped by Leng Youchen's fierce eyes. He bowed his head and said, "I know. I won't say anything disrespectful to her in the future. But three little, the heart of preventing people must be! "

Leng Youchen's thin lips pursed into a straight line, which also reminded him that if he was not fully sure, how could he take her with him? He said in a deep voice: "get up, Rong Ling, you and Li Dong have been with me for many years. You know what my temperament is. Don't touch my bottom line again, otherwise don't blame me for not reading old love."

Rong Ling looked cold and kept these words in mind.

But the disgust and hatred for Wei Jing became more and more intense. What kind of soul seduction did that woman use, so that the three young people who have always hated her protect her in this way?

"Yes, I remember."

"Get out." Leng Youchen waved his hand and saw Rong Ling turn around and go out. He took a cigarette and his eyes gradually deepened. He listened to his wife's explanation just now, but he had some doubts in his heart.

He knew that such suspicion was the most deadly, but he couldn't really trust her from the bottom of his heart.

He stood up, walked slowly to the window, looked out at the endless sea, and looked a little lonely. What the hell should he do? He hesitated for the first time about how to treat her.

In the evening three days later, the cruise ship sailed into the sea area to which Beicheng belongs. The 50th anniversary celebration of Dior group was held in this sea area.

When the housekeeper came to inform Leng Youchen with a set of high-grade customized dress, Leng Youchen was with Wei Anning, "three young, there are still half an hour to arrive at the cruise ship position of the anniversary celebration hosted by Emperor Ao group. It's time for you to change your clothes."

Wei Anning finally understood why Leng Youchen chose the cruise ship with so many means of transportation. It turned out that the anniversary celebration of Dior group was held on the cruise ship.

"I see. Give your clothes to your wife and you go out." Leng Youchen's expression was faint, and he could not see his happiness and anger. Only his clenched fist revealed his secret mind.

On this day, he finally waited.