Mysterious husband always comes late at night

In the afternoon, Wei Anning and Leng Youchen returned to Dior group. Leng Youchen handled her business. She sat on the sofa reviewing her lessons. They rarely get along like this. Occasionally, their eyes meet, full of love and tenderness.

Wei Anning's heart was like eating honey. After a sweet afternoon, he unconsciously overfulfilled the content to be reviewed today. She thought, this must be because Leng Youchen's husband has a burst of strength. The words that mark the key points are like people, which is pleasing to the eyes.

She yawned and saw Leng Youchen talking on the phone and tapping her fingers on the keyboard. She leaned on the sofa, holding her face in both hands and unconsciously became fascinated.

The men who work hard are really handsome. They are charming and 360 degree perfect.

Thinking that this man belongs to her now, she couldn't help being crazy.

Leng Youchen seemed to feel her eyes and looked up. She quickly looked away and pretended that she was busy. She touched here and where to touch. When he took back his eyes, she looked again.

She went to bed too late last night. She yawned frequently, tears came from the corners of her eyes, and she fell asleep on the sofa.

Leng Youchen hung up the phone and looked up at the sofa. He saw her sleeping on the sofa. He went to the lounge and took out a thin blanket, shook open the cover on her body, and put her head on the pillow to make her sleep more comfortable.

He sat next to the sofa and stroked her cheek with his fingers. The skin under his fingers was as smooth as grease. He leaned over and pecked at her tiny cherry lips. He got up and went back to his desk to deal with the documents.

Wei Anning woke up. It was dark outside. She rubbed her eyes, sat up from the sofa and subconsciously looked for Leng Youchen.

In front of the French window, Leng Youchen answered the phone with his back to her. Basically, the other party said that he occasionally responded with a few words. She stood up and walked slowly over.

When night fell outside the window, neon made the city colorful. Leng Youchen saw her figure reflected on the French window glass and turned back to reach out to her.

Wei Anning walked over, put his hand on his palm and was held by him. He finished the call in a few words and looked up at her. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes." Wei Anning nodded and then remembered something. She said, "I didn't make a strange noise to disturb your work, did I?"

Leng Youchen's face became a little strange, a hard to say expression, "we are so familiar, I don't mind."

Wei Anning covered his mouth with one hand, stared and asked him, "I didn't grind my teeth, snore or swear? I sleep well. "

Leng Youchen couldn't help laughing. He stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms and let her sit obliquely on his legs, "well, you sleep well and lie there motionless."

Wei Anning clenched his fist and beat him. "I hate it. You scared me to death."

Her little fist was wrapped by the man's big palm. Leng Youchen buried her head in the nest of her neck, and the hot breath sprayed around her neck. It was very itchy, and her whole body was tight.

"Leng Youchen, are you flirting with me?"

Leng Youchen closed his eyes and his voice was more tired. "Well, what reward does your wife have?"

Wei Anning immediately felt distressed. As the leader of a multinational group, she realized how busy he was today. He has endless meetings and endless documents.

Every decision he makes is related to the future of Dior group, so he is not only busy, but also under great pressure. Why doesn't he hurt her?