Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen lowered his eyes and saw the girl's small white hand blowing from his fingertips. An electric current hit his heart from his fingertips. He was stunned and didn't stop her move.

Wei Anning pressed out the smoke, frowned at him and said fiercely, "smoke, and the lungs are smoking into a chimney."

Ma'am, are you going to start taking care of him?

Leng Youchen's heart was full of mixed feelings, but she didn't take any more cigarettes. She stared at her thoughtfully. Wei Anning was very uncomfortable by him, thinking whether she would be too lady in his eyes. She picked up chopsticks and gave him dishes.

"The tripe can't be cooked too long. It won't chew when it's old. Now it's just right. Try it."

Leng Youchen looked at the things in the bowl and was a little embarrassed. He picked up his chopsticks and tasted them. He couldn't help nodding to her bright and expectant eyes.

She immediately beamed with uncontrollable joy at the bottom of her eyes and said proudly, "look, I'm right. It's really delicious. You can eat more."

With that, she began to bring him vegetables, as if her favorite things were recognized by him. She was full of the joy she wanted to share with him.

After a meal, their relationship eased, and no one mentioned what had just happened. After paying the bill, they sat in the Rolls Royce parked at the door and drove to the villa.

The two people in the car sit side by side. Wei Anning turns to look out of the window. His nose is filled with the clear male breath and light tobacco smell of men. The sense of existence is so strong that people can't ignore it.

Neither of them paid any attention to the other. The carriage was full of silence. Occasionally, street lights shone in. The handsome and elegant faces of men were reflected on the windows, so close, but so far away.

Wei Anning reached out and quietly drew his outline on the window. When she saw him looking, she quickly retracted her hand, and her ears were red.

Leng Youchen found her little move, and a smile overflowed at the bottom of his eyes. He reached out and rubbed her head, breaking the silence, "speak."

Wei Anning always felt that his action of rubbing her head was like stroking a dog. She avoided his hand and smoothed his messy hair. She said, "don't touch my head."

Leng Youchen's face suddenly became gloomy, "don't let me touch it. Who can touch it? That Leng Tou is green?"

The man blurted out his words with a strong sense of jealousy. Obviously, he still cares about Jiang Yang's "touch your head to kill" in the afternoon. His woman, except him, other men had better not touch a hair!

The more he thought, the more angry he was. He stretched out his big hand and rubbed her head hard. He rubbed her hair into Mei Chaofeng. Seeing her staring at him angrily, his mood improved.

Wei Anning was so angry, "are you sick, young or childish?"

Leng Youchen looked childish. What's the matter? He refused to accept your expression of biting me and declared his sovereignty overbearing, "no one is allowed to touch your head in the future."

He was angry at the thought of Jiang Yang's lovely appearance when he touched her head.

Wei Anning is so angry that he grinds his teeth, but he has no skills to do. His stupid head reacts for a long time, and finally reacts. Is this man jealous? She stared at him without blinking and asked her doubts, "Leng Youchen, are you jealous?"

This layer of window paper was inadvertently poked open by her. Leng Youchen was stunned. He stared at her pretty face for a moment and finally understood what he was anxious about and uncomfortable in his heart all afternoon. It turned out that he was jealous.