Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning's heart suddenly picked up. She hurried out to the door of the villa. She only had time to see the tail light of the car flash at the door, and then quickly disappeared in front of her eyes.

She stumbled a few steps, then rushed back to get the car key, and when she drove out, there was no shadow of cold Youchen's car on the road.

She looked around this area and called Leng Youchen. He turned off the machine directly.

She knew how hurtful what she had just said. Even if she didn't mean it, she still stabbed him heavily in his heart. After all, she was too willful. Knowing that he was stingy, he talked to stimulate him.

At the moment, what she was worried about was nothing else, but that he would be confused and easily have a car accident.

Thinking so, Wei Anning buried her head between her arms. She was very upset. Why did she make a fool and really fight with him?

Leng Youchen sat in the car. His eyes stared coldly at the front. Wei Anning's words lingered in his ears. The more he thought, the more angry he became. He stepped on the accelerator, and the SUV drove out like an arrow.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a villa. Leng Youchen got off and pressed the doorbell.

After a while, someone came to open the door. When he saw the man standing outside the door, the other party was obviously surprised that his chin was falling off, "San Shao, how do you know I've returned home?"

Leng Youchen ignored him and walked in calmly, "take me to your wine cellar."

Lu Feng stared and looked at him as if I came to drink. You don't have to care about me. He said, "did you quarrel with your third young grandmother? It's not used to spoil my wine. Those are the treasures I've saved for a long time. "

Leng Youchen looked at him coldly.

A minute later, Lu Feng surrendered and had to take Leng Youchen to his wine cellar.

The wine cellar radiated warm light. Leng Youchen casually held a jar of wine and sat on the bench to drink.

Lu Feng looked at his drinking posture, and he was distressed about his wine. He quickly took the wine cup and said, "San Shao, this wine is not like this. It's a pity to drink it in the cup."

Leng Youchen glanced at him, and Lu Feng said, "I don't love my wine, but this wine needs to be interesting to afford its 50-year-old cellar. Are you right?"

Leng Youchen was silent and looked up and took another sip.

The liquor ran down his jaw and wet his skirt, but he didn't feel it. The whole person has a sense of decadence.

Lu Feng opened his mouth and felt that it was useless to persuade him. If he hadn't broken his heart, he wouldn't have come to him to get drunk. It's rare for him to be generous once, "drink, drink, and get drunk to solve thousands of worries."

Then he sat down opposite him and stretched out his hand to take the wine in front of him, but Leng Youchen had avoided his hand and drank it directly.

Lu Feng: "

"San Shao, why don't you leave me a mouthful? I spent 100000 dollars to shoot this jar of wine from the foreign devils. There is only one jar in the world, and I can't bear to drink it myself." Lu Feng licked his lips greedily. Just smelling the smell of wine, he would be drunk.

Leng Youchen ignored him and poured down most of the jar of wine, but his mood did not get better. He patted the jar on the table, looked at Lu Feng with red eyes and said, "do you think women have a conscience?"

Lu Feng showed a look of truth, "San Shao, who hurt you? Isn't it grandma San Shao? You two have been married for so many years. Should the seven-year itch pass? "