Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen didn't dodge. The razor hit him on the shoulder and hurt stuffy. Wei Anning saw it. She knelt down on the floor. "You can take what you said during the quarrel seriously. If I let you jump from the window, do you really jump?"

Leng Youchen raised his head and stared at her deeply, "wife, I will take what you say seriously."

With that, he stood up and walked towards the French window. Wei Anning was scared to death. He cried and knelt over, hugged his legs, and cried loudly, "I'm wrong, I'm sorry, I'm wrong, husband, I don't like Gong Ting, and I don't want you to die, sobbing..."

Leng Youchen stood stiff and didn't move half a step. The corners of his mouth, which was originally slightly heavy, rose slowly, and a look of treachery flashed in his eyes. A small sample fought with me.

The next second, his expression became melancholy again, "what to do, wife, I don't believe you now."

Wei Anning hugged his leg tightly. For fear that he would not pay attention, he jumped down from the window. She choked and said, "I'm angry with you on purpose. Really, I swear to God, I've never liked Gong ting. I like you. The person I've always loved is you. Stop it."

Leng Youchen heard her cry out of breath and hurt very much. He said, "do you still say these nonsense to annoy me in the future?"

"No, I won't say it again." Wei Anning sobbed. He cried too hard. His heart and liver were aching at the moment.

Leng Youchen turned around and looked down at her pear blossom with rain. He squatted down helplessly, picked her up and sat down by the bed. He said, "don't cry, huh?"

Wei Anning lay on his shoulder and felt ashamed. She grabbed his skirt and said, "don't go, will you?"

Leng Youchen looked at her messy clothes and toiletries on the ground, and his eyes flashed, "after that, what I say is what. If you promise me, I won't go."

Wei Anning raised his head and looked at him. "Obviously you are also wrong. You won't listen to me."

Leng Youchen knew that sometimes jealousy would make him plug his ears and believe what he believed, but at this time, looking at ruanmeng's little wife, where did he have any principles, "I really have a mistake, but my mistake is that I care too much about you."

Wei Anning could not refute his words, because he cared, so he got into the tip of an ox's horn.

"But you ran away from home and didn't come back all night. You let other women near you." Wei Anning blames him for his crime. Although she is easy to fool, she doesn't care about anything.

“……”

Leng Youchen stretched out his hand and raised her chin. Seeing that her eyes were as red as a little rabbit, he said, "there has been no other woman around me. Wife, I have given you everything. Don't you know?"

Wei Anning looked away and said with a flat mouth, "don't change the topic. You can honestly tell me who the woman who left gouache on you is. I'm going to tear her."

"I've fired her. Mrs. Blau will go out in person."

Wei Anning shriveled his mouth and wanted to get off his leg. The next second, he was directly pressed into the quilt by the man. What followed was the man's hot kiss.

After the passion, Wei Anning lay on Leng Youchen wearily. She caught a glimpse of the black suitcase. She struggled to get up and throw the black suitcase away. Leng Youchen patted her on her ass, "what are you doing?"