Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning is too guilty to look into the eyes of her friends. He knows that Leng Youchen's coming here is no good. He just can't see her comfortable and wants to scare her friends away.

"Mr. housekeeper, that's good. We eat ours and he eats his." Wei Anning doesn't want to talk to him. He says he won't go home if he doesn't go home. He'll find fault with her when he comes back.

So like to be alone, eat by yourself, why eat with them?

Nanfei was shocked, but she had to accept this fact. On the contrary, it was Jiang Yang. There was a touch of disappointment and disbelief in those dark jade like black eyes, as if he could not accept the fact that Wei Anning had become someone else's wife.

What's more, the man is still the president of Tiao group.

He was greatly hit. He put down his chopsticks and suddenly stood up with a somewhat gloomy look. "I'm full. I think the professor has something to do with me. I'll go first."

Jiang Yang picked up his backpack and turned and left. Wei Anning and Yan Nanfei stood up at the same time. Wei Anning called uneasily, "Jiang Yang..."

Banquet Nanfei looked at her, also picked up her backpack and said, "I'll go after him. It's okay. Don't worry." With that, she quickly chased out.

Jiang Yang paused after Leng Youchen. He turned his head and looked at the noble man in the wheelchair. Even though he was a distance away, he still felt the cold smell from him.

This man is distinguished, like the brightest star in the midnight sky, but he is actually a quiet husband. The gap between them is more than a galaxy? His eyes flushed with envy, his hands clenched into fists and strode away.

Yan Nanfei chased Jiang Yang to leave. Downstairs, when Jiang Yang passed the counter, he gave a quick meal with pride. He took out his bank card to pay. The cashier checked the table number and handed the bank card back to him, "Sir, Mr. Leng has settled the account at your table."

Jiang Yang's face suddenly became more ugly. He rushed out of the hot pot city holding his bank card. Yan Nanfei caught up with him by the road outside the door. Looking at his violent appearance, she said, "Jiang Yang, don't do this."

Jiang Yang strode forward. His heart was so sad that he wanted to kill. How could he accept it? The girl he finally liked had a master of famous flowers.

"Nanfei, she's married. She's already married." Jiang Yang doesn't want to be weak, but his young heart can't bear such a sudden blow.

"Yes, I didn't expect it, Jiang Yang. I know you like quiet, but she's married. She's still an unattainable man. Stop in time while you're not deep." Nanfei sympathized with him, but what's the use of sympathy?

Jiang Yang looked at her, his eyes getting redder and redder. Finally, he turned his head, turned and left quickly. Yan Nanfei stood where she was and watched his back disappear. She took back her eyes and looked up at the brightly lit hot pot city. She couldn't help sighing.

Upstairs, Wei Anning picked up her schoolbag and was ready to leave. She had a good dinner and broke up unhappily. She was also very depressed.

When she passed Leng Youchen, her footsteps did not stop. Behind her came a man's cold and angry voice, "where are you going?"

Wei Anning pursed her lips, and a thin mist appeared at the bottom of her eyes. She stubbornly said, "go home!"

The man's face was a little Ji. He turned and looked at her stubborn back. His voice was more gentle than he had noticed. "Come and have dinner with me."