Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wronged? of course!

Sad? Of course!

Does it hurt? Of course!

If she doesn't like it, maybe she can laugh it off. It's just a man she doesn't love. What he does can't hurt her heart. However, this man she likes, even deeply loves.

So she can't let go easily.

Tears rolled down and hit the back of the man's hand, quickly forming a water stain.

Leng Youchen tightened the back of his hand. He stared at the more and more water stains on the back of his hand, and his heart ached. He made her cry. She has always been very strong. She fell and hurt her leg. He ignored her for a few days, and she didn't shed a tear.

But at the moment, she cried into tears.

Not like other women, crying out loud. She cried quietly, and her tears rolled down. She was probably very sad, but she didn't make a sound.

Leng Youchen was very distressed. He wiped his hands with a handkerchief and then picked up her face. "Don't cry, it's me. It makes you sad and wronged."

Wei Anning's tears fell more urgently. When people are sad, they are most afraid of being coaxed by others. The coaxed, the more they feel wronged. She burst into tears and beat the man's strong chest with her small fist, "bad, you're dead."

Afraid that her hand hurt, he stretched out his hand to wrap her fist and held her in his arms. He was so distressed that he suppressed his voice, "yes, I'm bad. I can't control myself, madam. My heart has been deserted."

He said the last sentence powerlessly.

Being killed by his relatives and abandoned by his people, he tasted the most desperate life. At that time, all he thought about was revenge. How could he stand up again if his will for revenge was not too strong?

So how dare he trust her easily?

Wei Anning threw herself into his arms in despair. Sadness flowed back into a river in her heart. She could understand, so she couldn't blame him. She just wants to devote her life to protect him, love him, let him feel that there is no return of love in this world, and let his desolate heart shine again and bloom in spring.

When Leng Youchen heard her repressed cry, his heart twisted into a ball. He raised her face, thin lipstick in the corner of her eyes, sucked her tears, the tip of his tongue was bitter, and his heart was filled with tears, "don't cry, good, don't cry!"

He coaxed her awkwardly, kissed her eyes, her nose, and finally slowly covered her lips.

"San Shao, food box..." the housekeeper came out with the food box and saw the two kissing together. He quickly turned around, "I, I didn't see anything. You continue."

Wei Anning heard the housekeeper's voice and her reason returned slightly. She hurriedly pushed Leng Youchen away and wiped her tears. She was embarrassed and didn't dare to look at him. She grabbed her schoolbag and hurried to the door, "I'm going to be late. I'll go first."

When she passed him, he suddenly caught her wrist and heard his low voice, "I'll take you, ender, put the food box in the car."

The housekeeper hurried out with the food box.

Wei Anning was ashamed and didn't dare to look into his eyes. She earned her wrist but didn't earn it. She frowned, "let go."

Leng Youchen looked up at her. Her eyes were particularly bright with tears. He sighed, "madam, what I said just now speaks from my heart. There is still a long way to go between us. I want you to know what kind of person I am."

Wei Anning's heart pounded. She looked at him in disbelief. Did he want to talk to her?