Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning was really hungry when she heard what he said. As soon as she picked up her schoolbag and was about to carry it on her back, she was taken away by Leng Youchen and put it on her lap. She smiled, walked behind him and pushed her wheelchair out.

She looked at his back and thought, if Leng Youchen could stand up and walk, how tall and handsome his back would be.

They returned to the villa after dinner. It was almost eleven o'clock. Leng Youchen had a video conference and went directly to the study. Wei Anning was tired all day. After taking a bath, he came out, fell into bed and fell asleep.

The next day.

Wei Anning yawned downstairs and found that Leng Youchen, who went out early and returned late, didn't go to the company for the first time. Instead, she sat on the sofa reading the newspaper. She was surprised and happy. She hurried to him and asked, "don't you go to the company today?"

"Well, I'll accompany you at home. Ask me if you don't understand." Leng Youchen reached out and rubbed her soft hair, with a soft look that could drip water.

Wei Anning immediately smiled and sat down beside him. "It's rare. I won't be polite."

After breakfast, Leng Youchen takes Wei Anning to the study. He processes the documents, while Wei Anning leans on the imperial concubine's chair, basking in the sun and reading. With the key points drawn by Leng Youchen, she can review more easily.

Occasionally, when she encountered a problem she didn't understand, she marked it down and prepared to ask him later.

Time flows quietly like water. Wei Anning reviews half. When she sees Leng Youchen's thin handsome face, she suddenly thinks of something. She gets up from the sofa and quietly leaves the study.

Leng Youchen looked thoughtfully at her back disappearing outside the door and continued to tap on the keyboard.

After a while, Wei Anning pushed the door in with a tray. She went to the desk and put a bowl of chicken soup wonton in front of him. She smiled and said, "let's have a break. I made wonton. Have a try?"

Leng Youchen stopped tapping the keyboard and looked up at the white jade bone porcelain bowl. His eyes moved gently and said with a smile: "it's so fragrant."

Wei Anning is half lying on the desk, holding his head in one hand. He looks at him and doesn't invite credit. "Chicken soup is stewed by Liu Ma, and wonton is also wrapped by Liu ma. I'm only responsible for throwing it into the pot and picking it up. Don't be too moved."

The little girl playfully lengthened her tone. Leng Youchen leaned over, pinched her chin and pecked on her small mouth. Then she picked up the spoon and ate.

Wei Anning covered her crisp little mouth and couldn't help sipping. Realizing her actions, she quickly turned to the imperial concubine's chair and sat down, pretending to review, but her cheeks were getting hotter and hotter.

Leng Youchen finished the love wonton cooked by his wife. He was full of energy and continued to work.

Wei Anning silently goes over and takes away the bowl. When she returns to her study, she finds that the man who originally sat behind the desk is gone. She was surprised and searched for him everywhere. She was relieved to see him leaning on the imperial concubine's chair.

She went over and stopped beside him. She saw that he was holding her notebook in his hand and just stopped on the page she had just scribbled. She saw a man's side face painted on it. She knew who it was.

Wei Anning embarrassed and hurriedly reached out to grab the cold response.

Wei Anning was unstable again and fell directly into Leng Youchen's arms. He stretched out his hand and held her waist. The beauty was in his arms. The smile at the bottom of his eyes became more and more profound and charming. "Can't wait to throw himself into his arms?"