Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen opened her eyes and looked at her. The girl's facial features were exquisite and small. From this point of view, her eyes were large, watery and charming, and there was still charm after kissing.

"Yes." He closed his eyes and enjoyed the comfort brought by pressing her fingertips. "Seeing Grandpa, grandpa is much older. His spirit is good, just like six years ago."

Wei Anning heard his admiration for the old man from his tone. "You must love your Grandpa very much?"

"Yes." Leng Youchen nodded. Wei Anning thought he would go on. He waited for a long time, only waiting for his gradually stable breathing. She sighed silently and kept moving her hands.

When Leng Youchen came back from the banquet, he did not mention his parents, but only his grandfather. It can be seen how much the old man weighs in his heart. Looking at his frown, she thought, there must be a lot of unknown pain in his heart.

She reached out, gently smoothed the folds between his eyebrows, bent down and kissed him on the forehead.

Leng Youchen, sleep well. I'll stay here with you.

The next day, when Leng Youchen woke up, Wei Anning was no longer in the bedroom. He wheeled around in his wheelchair and didn't see her. He went straight out, called a maid and asked where his wife had gone?

The maid answered respectfully, and the wife was in the kitchen of the restaurant.

He went all the way to the kitchen door and saw a small figure busy in the kitchen. She jumped around with one foot. She was very busy.

The white mist rising from the pot made the scene a little more warm.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and quietly looked at her back. He suddenly felt that it was good to be old all his life.

Feeling someone watching behind her, Wei Anning turned around and saw the man in the wheelchair. She immediately smiled, "are you awake? Did you sleep well? "

"Yes." Leng Youchen stared at her, infected by the smile on her face, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, "what are you doing?"

Wei Anning just wanted to say, his eyes turned smartly, and suddenly he sold, "I won't tell you, you go out and wait, and the pot will start right away."

Looking at her small appearance, Leng Youchen couldn't help looking forward to what she had cooked for him. When she thought about it, she actually began to swallow saliva.

After a while, Wei Anning came out with a tray. She walked very slowly and was careful not to spill the soup. When she came to the table, fine beads of sweat had oozed from the tip of her nose.

She put the tray on the table and pushed it to Leng Youchen. She sat down in the chair, holding her chin in one hand and said with a smile, "try my craft."

Leng Youchen looked down at the steaming sobering soup in the bowl. His eyes seemed to be steaming wet, and his heart was sour. He remembered that last night, when he left the Oriental beauty, he didn't drink much wine.

He was drunk when he came back. He had a lot of worries and wanted to talk to someone. But when he looked around, he found that there was no one to say. That kind of heart is hollowed out, no one can understand.

Back in the room, he pestered her and wanted to draw a little warmth from her, as if in this way, he could fill the emptiness in his heart and continue to move forward without hesitation.

Wei Anning saw that he didn't move. She looked at his hazy face steaming with hot air and asked, "what's the matter? I'm afraid I'm poisoned?"? Shall I try it first? "

Before she finished, she was suddenly dragged into her arms by a man and held firmly.

"Be quiet. No matter how unforgivable you have done to me in the future, I will forgive you once."