Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen's voice was languid and tired. He closed his eyes, adjusted her comfortable sitting posture, encircled her in his arms again and hugged her tightly.

Wei Anning sat on his lap. She leaned against his chest. Across the thin cloth, she heard his heartbeat coming calmly, plop, plop, very rhythmic.

She silently counted his heartbeat. As far as her eyes could reach, it was his slender neck and raised Adam's apple. It was very interesting to slide occasionally. She reached out and touched it. Before she touched it, she was accurately wrapped in the palm of the man's palm.

A warm breath came from above, and the man's deep and charming voice, "don't be naughty."

She stuck out her tongue and her hand was wrapped by his warm palm. She didn't struggle and leaned obediently against his chest.

Knowing that he was tired, she skillfully didn't bother him. The faint smell of tobacco on the man ran into his nose, which was reassuring. She raised her eyes and looked at him, with a light cyan on her chin. His eyes were closed and he breathed evenly.

The atmosphere is peaceful. At the moment, there is no suspicion or paranoia between them, only two hearts that are constantly close to each other.

She closed her eyes like him. After days of toil and taking care of him who was drunk last night, she didn't sleep well, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she slept in his arms.

As the sun set, the golden light shrouded them in a light dust, and the years were quiet.

Wei Anning wakes up in a pure male style room. The wall lamp emits orange light, which is soft and hard. She sat up with the quilt in her arms, grabbed it and sniffed it. There was still a familiar clear smell on it.

She opened a smile on her lips and turned to look out of the window. The sky was as dark as ink, the night was deep, and unknown insects and birds were singing happily. She lifted the quilt out of bed, picked up the crutch placed by the bed and went out.

It was quiet outside the door. She would walk with an echo. There were exquisite murals on both sides of the corridor. She went to the rotating stairs. The lights downstairs were bright. In the living room, in addition to Leng Youchen, there were two strange middle-aged men and women.

She stopped and heard Leng Youchen's voice coming from afar, "Mr. Wei, Mrs. Wei, go slowly!"

Even if he is so far away, Wei Anning can hear the tension in Leng Youchen's voice. Mr. and Mrs. Wei, are they Wei's quiet parents?

Her eyes lit up. If they were Wei Jingjing's parents, they must recognize their daughter. Even if she looks like Wei Jingjing, there must be a difference in front of those who know them.

The more she thought, the more excited she became. She hurried downstairs with a crutch.

Leng Youchen had ordered the housekeeper to see off the guests. When Wei Anning limped down the rotating stairs, the people had already left. She stood by the stairs and heard the sound of the car leaving outside. She bit her lower lip slightly and was disappointed.

"Want to see them?" I don't know when Leng Youchen has come to her. Looking at her lost look, she thinks she wants to see the second old man of the Wei family very much.

Wei Anning recovered. She shook her head, "no, it's..."

Looking at the man's long and narrow Phoenix eyes that seemed to understand everything, her voice paused and said, "nothing, I'm hungry."

She is now in Beicheng, Leng Youchen's main battlefield and Wei Jingjing's base camp. There are many opportunities to prove that she is not Wei Jingjing. She doesn't believe it. Wei Jingjing has good hands and eyes. People all over the world will help her frame her.

There are always one or two fish that can't be prevented by Wei Jing.