Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen raised his eyes. Through the white smoke, he looked at Wei Anning who stood by the door and dared not pass. He was so timid, as if he was a monster who could eat people. His eyebrows and eyes sank, and the Yin in his eyes was even worse.

He hooked his hook finger at her. "Come here!"

Wei Anning walked towards him unconsciously. The smoke in the office was very heavy. She coughed a few times and came to the desk. She had tears.

In the hazy sight, she saw a lot of cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him. She twisted her eyebrows, reached out to take the cigarette from his hand and pressed it out in the ashtray.

"I didn't tell you not to smoke so much... Leng Youchen, why are you bleeding on your forehead?" Wei Anning anxiously held his handsome face. A blood hole opened on his forehead. At this time, the blood had already solidified, and several forehead hair stuck to it, which was shocking.

Leng Youchen dodged her hand, picked up the cigarette box and shook a cigarette into his mouth. The lighter lit it, but the cigarette he was holding in his mouth disappeared.

Wei Anning angrily crumpled the cigarette into a ball and threw it into the ashtray. Seeing that he had to reach out for the cigarette box again, she quickly grabbed the cigarette box from him and put it directly into her down jacket pocket.

The man stared at her coldly with gloomy eyebrows, "give me the cigarette."

"If you don't give, you won't give." Wei Anning covers his pocket and stares at him angrily. He smokes his lungs as a chimney. Sooner or later, there will be problems with the smoke. She will not control it any more. When there is something wrong with his body, she will regret.

Seeing the injury on his forehead, she was so distressed that she didn't have to think about it. She also knew how the injury came from?

Jiang Yuan really needs to do it!

Leng Youchen's thin lips closed tightly. Looking at her, she felt that she was much more lovable than her timid appearance just now.

Wei Anning was so angry at him that she thought he was thinking about how to get back the cigarette. She quickly diverted his attention, leaned over, held his face again, and blew on his wound with her mouth.

"Does it hurt?"

Leng Youchen was dazed by her gentle face holding. He took her hand in his hands and pulled it down. He looked more uncomfortable. "I'm fine, just shed some blood."

"What do you mean, a little blood? Why don't you hide when she hits you? And why did she hit you? " Wei Anning looks angry. Isn't he very powerful in front of her? How did she become a doormat in front of Jiang Yuan?

"Madam." Leng Youchen's voice was low, and he suddenly felt the heat on the back of his hand. He looked down and saw a few more water stains on the back of his hand, and the more they accumulated.

He looked up in amazement and saw that Wei Anning's eyes were red and tears rolled down. He was at a loss, "Madam..."

Wei Anning glanced at the beginning, raised his hand and wiped his tears. He choked and said, "I'll get the medicine box to treat your wound."

With that, she turned away and went to the cupboard in the office to find the medicine box. After a while, she came back with the medicine box and put it on the desk. She opened the medicine box, took out a cotton swab stained with Iodophor and leaned over to disinfect his wound.

Her movements were very light, like she was afraid of hurting him. She disinfected with a cotton swab and blew through her mouth, "does it hurt?"

Leng Youchen raised his eyes and looked at her. The girl's black and white eyes were full of heartache. His heart throbbed and his cold heart gradually warmed up. He suddenly buried his head in the middle of her chest and said in a dumb voice, "it hurts!"