Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen sat in a wheelchair and looked at her little red face. He was in a good mood. He smiled and said, "hiding from me?"

Wei Anning really didn't have the face to see him. It's a shame that she was so by him all night.

Just seeing him now, his chest is burning. This bastard, is there anything he can't do?

Seeing his eyes on her chest, she subconsciously picked up her schoolbag to block her chest and stammered, "you, you are not a tiger. Why am I hiding from you?"

Leng Youchen smiled meaningfully, but he didn't poke her. "Go to breakfast. After breakfast, I'll take you to school."

Wei Anning pursed his lips. He was still a little shy at the bottom of his heart. He didn't dare to look directly into his eyes. "I'm not hungry. I'm going to be late soon. I have to hurry there, or the professor will be me."

Leng Youchen twisted his eyebrows, looked at the housekeeper beside him and said, "ender, go and prepare a food box and let his wife take it on the road."

The housekeeper looked at the two people's relationship and suddenly couldn't understand it. Last night, three young people were angry and smashed things. Why did it clear up after a night?

As soon as the housekeeper left, the atmosphere at the door of the villa became something wrong, and invisible ambiguity enveloped them.

Wei Anning bent down to change her shoes. Leng Youchen stared at her all the way. Her legs were still in plaster. It was very inconvenient to change shoes. He slipped his wheelchair and held her willow waist with both hands.

Wei Anning looked back in panic. She just felt like a pair of soldering irons on her waist, which made her uncomfortable. "What are you doing?"

Leng Youchen didn't speak. He picked her up and put her on the shoe stool. He bent down to pick up the spotless little white shoes, lifted her feet and put them on his knees. While putting her shoes on, he said, "does your leg still hurt?"

After Wei Anning's leg was hurt, Leng Youchen was considerate, but she never asked. At this moment, when he asked, she suddenly felt some grievances, but she shook her head, "it doesn't hurt."

The man's slender fingers pinched the shoelace and tied a bow slightly clumsily. He raised his eyes and looked at her, "do you feel wronged?"

"No."

"Since there is no, why don't you dare to look at me?" Leng Youchen sighed, "is it hard for me to ignore you these days?"

Wei Anning's eyes were slightly damp. She blinked, pushed back the tears, looked up and stared at the man who knew why. He hurt her. Unexpectedly, she had the good intention to ask her whether it was difficult or not.

Leng Youchen's eyes were slightly frozen and fell on her white face, "why don't I feel bad? But madam, even if I don't say it clearly, you know in your heart that there is an insurmountable gap between us. This is a problem left over by history. "

He picked up another little white shoe and put it on her. While tying his shoelaces, he continued: "we have such a heavy past. I can't easily let go. If I accidentally hurt you during this time, I hope my wife won't take it to heart. Give me some time to tidy up and wait for me."

These words were probably the words of a man's heart. After that, his ears were red.

Never said such a thing. He tried to pretend to be careless. His thin lips still revealed his imperceptible tension.

Wei Anning's eyes are getting redder and redder. For most of the month he ignored her, she came back crying except the day he humiliated her. She has been very strong since then, but her tears can't stop falling.