Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning was tense. The position where he was buried was too embarrassing. She carefully avoided his wound and held his head. "Leng Youchen, lift your head first."

Instead of listening to her, Leng Youchen put his hand around her waist and pulled her between his legs. He took a deep breath, his nose haunted by her unique sweet smell, and he sighed with satisfaction.

When he decided to marry her, maybe even he didn't think that one day he would like her so much.

Wei Anning's eyelashes trembled with shame. He couldn't push him away. Instead, he was imprisoned in his arms. Although she was wearing a thick down jacket, she still felt the man's burning breath, penetrating the material and spraying it directly on her skin.

"Madam, it hurts. Please comfort me." The man's voice is low and vaguely coquettish, which makes Wei Anning's heart completely soft.

This is a wounded man. How can she bear to refuse?

She held back her shyness, raised her hand and fell on the back of his head. Her five fingers inserted into his dark hair and slid gently to soothe his injured heart.

Jiang Yuan favors one over the other, so in the future, she will love him.

At the moment, her maternal love is overflowing.

Leng Youchen was buried between the two soft masses. He felt her fingers passing through his hair, and his blood was boiling all over him. He tightened his arms and held her harder, as if to rub her into his body.

For Jiang Yuan, he no longer has expectations and fantasies, so no matter how vicious she says, it can't affect his mood.

But watching his wife revolve around him like a little bee, nervous, concerned and angry, his dead heart came back to life again. He still has his wife. This life is enough.

The two quietly hugged each other for a while, and Leng Youchen let go of her.

Wei Anning quickly pasted Bondi on the wound on his forehead. While sorting out the medicine, she said, "don't touch water these two days. It's bad in case of inflammation."

With that, she wanted to put the medicine box back where it was. Her wrist was suddenly pulled by a force. She turned around and saw Leng Youchen looking at her, "don't you want to ask me anything?"

Wei Anning was stunned. She wanted to ask a lot of questions, but each question seemed to make him uncomfortable, so she chose not to ask. If he wants to say, he will tell her.

She shook her head. "No."

"I don't want to know why she said I was a murderer?"

Wei Anning's heart was tight. The words "murderer" were full of hatred from Jiang Yuan's mouth, but they were full of self mockery from Leng Youchen's mouth.

She admitted that she was curious, but she didn't want to sprinkle salt on his wound.

"If I asked, would you say?"

Leng Youchen pursed her lips and slowly released her hand. Wei Anning looked down at his hand hanging on his side and smiled bitterly, "Leng Youchen, I'm waiting for you to really open your heart to me."

She carried the medicine box and walked away.

Leng Youchen looked at her back. He had planned to take some things into the grave, but just now, he had a desire to talk. In just a moment, reason prevailed over emotion.

Wait. He'll tell her when they really have no objection.

Wei Anning put away the medicine box and came back. Seeing that Leng Youchen had sorted out the documents, she asked, "are you leaving work?"

"Well, someone just said he had an appointment with me. It's all this point. If you don't go to dinner again, it's time to complain that I abused you." Leng Youchen locked the drawer and looked at her with a smile.