Mysterious husband always comes late at night

The interior of the villa is magnificent, and the crystal chandelier drops from the dome, emitting warm light.

Leng Youchen hugged her into the living room. The housekeeper came with his mobile phone. Leng Youchen patted her small face, "let the maid take you around. Go."

Wei Anning blushed. She slipped down the ground, took the crutch handed by the maid and went to visit the villa.

Leng Youchen watched her disappear and glanced at the housekeeper.

The housekeeper quickly bent over, handed over the mobile phone and said in a low voice, "three little, it's the lady's phone."

The man frowned and scoffed at the bottom of his eyes. He slid his wheelchair to the French window of the living room. In early autumn, leaves fell all over the ground outside the window. His eyes were bleak and his voice was deep, "hello?"

The other side's light and shallow breath came through the radio wave. For a long time, he didn't speak, and the atmosphere once became stagnant.

The housekeeper stood not far away and looked at his master's body emitting the cold smell of strangers. He knew in his heart that he was afraid that his wife didn't say good words. This mother and son are really not like mother and son.

Jiang Yuan stood in front of the bedroom window. Her picturesque eyebrows were full of cold. If it wasn't necessary, she really didn't want to make this call. "Now that you're back, let's have dinner and bring peace."

Leng Youchen pursed his lips and even avoided calling, "sorry, I'm very busy recently. I'm afraid I can't spare time."

"Leng Youchen!" Jiang Yuan clenched her mobile phone, and in her voice she could not control the anger of the famine. She snapped, "do I have to make an appointment with you when I tell you to go home for dinner now? When did you become so busy? "

Leng Youchen said with a thin lip, "is it possible that my mother has amnesia? I am now the CEO of Tiao group. Naturally, I manage everything every day. If you don't remember things when you are old, I don't mind having someone send you a few boxes of brain platinum to replenish your brain. "

"You ambitious beast!" Jiang Yuan's face with exquisite makeup immediately became distorted. Among the three sons, she disliked the youngest son the most. This evil son should not have been born. She hated that she couldn't kill him in her stomach.

"Yes, I am a beast. If I remember correctly, isn't the beast yours?" The man's deep eyes suddenly showed ferocity. He was not disappointed with the mother because he was used to it.

"Pa", there was a sharp crack at the end, and the call was interrupted.

The man's eyebrows jumped fiercely, his raised arms fell, the back of his hand clutching the mobile phone showed blue tendons, the wind surged in Feng's eyes, and his eyes gradually scarlet. He closed his eyes wearily, allowed himself to be weak for a second, and his breathing calmed down.

He lit a cigarette and held it to his lips with his cold fingers. The smell of nicotine slowly encroached on his senses, as if it could take away the pain of pulling his heart and lungs.

When Wei Anning returned to the living room, she saw the man's particularly bleak back in the smoke. She wanted to go over and was stopped by the housekeeper. "Three little grandma, three little are in a bad mood now. Don't disturb him."

Every man has the ability to heal himself. When he is hurt, he is not willing to show his wounds in front of others.

Especially Leng Youchen, an introverted and steady man, has strong self-healing ability.

Wei Anning frowned and felt that the atmosphere around him was very depressed and heavy. He was unhappy and his smoking action was a little urgent, indicating that he was upset and needed comfort and company.

Even if she used to sit beside him and say nothing, now she wants to stay with him.