Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning was lying on the ground, completely unresponsive. There was a sound in her ears. She seemed to see her parents and Leng Youchen's haggard handsome face. She wanted to touch his face and disappeared as soon as she touched him.

Someone whispered in his ear.

"How many loving seedlings, how many infatuated species, joys and sorrows, in vain for Acacia dreams, can't see through, mirror flowers, water and moon, after all, the assembly is empty."

The voice was sad. Wei Anning couldn't help being sad. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. After all, the assembly is empty. Is it about her and Leng Youchen?

Leng Youchen saw her tears. He was extremely distressed. He pinched her mouth with one hand and leaned over to feed her with fresh air. She didn't respond for a long time.

He changed his way and put his hands on her chest for artificial first aid.

Wei Anning didn't respond. Leng Youchen was so anxious that his eyes were full of blood, "quiet, don't sleep, wake up, wake up, don't joke with me, you hear me, wake up?"

He didn't allow her to die. Even if the king of hell pulled her into hell, he would drag her back. No one could take her life without his permission.

He bent down, his thin lips trembling, sealed her lips and gave her artificial respiration. Under the mask, the man's eyes were wet. He inhaled and breathed again and again. Wei Anning finally reacted.

He quickly helped her up. She spit a few saliva, her consciousness returned, her face gradually changed from pale to normal, and she coughed desperately.

Leng Youchen was ecstatic and held her firmly in his arms. He deliberately lowered his voice so that she could not hear his true voice, "how are you? Are you okay?"

Wei Anning lifted her eyelids. In her blurred vision, a face wearing a silver mask appeared. She was so excited that she quickly opened her eyes and was half conscious. She said weakly, "you, let me go..."

She had just drowned. Her whole body was weak and weak. As soon as she struggled, she was panting, and her hair was black before her eyes.

Leng Youchen's eyes were dim. She had a man's resistance, hatred and disgust on her face, which made his heart as painful as a needle. Unexpectedly, she was pushed away and fell to the ground.

Wei Anning fell back to the beach from his arms. He was black and fainted again.

Leng Youchen jumped up from the beach, took off his coat, covered her cold body, and ran to the shore with her in his arms. He drove Wei Anning to a health station nearest to Wei Hai and watched her enter the emergency room. Then he returned to the car and changed his clothes.

When he got out of the car, he became Leng Youchen in a wheelchair.

Just at this time, Li Dong with his whole body wet and in a trance, Xu Xiaoyun rushed to the hospital and saw Leng Youchen sitting in a wheelchair and waiting outside the emergency room. He hurried over, "what's the matter with grandma sanshao, grandma sanshao?"

Leng Youchen Feng's eyes were full of worry and anxiety. His thin lips pursed into a straight line, "still rescuing."

Lidong looked up at the emergency room and said, "don't worry, grandma Sanjiao has her own heaven. God will bless her."

Standing aside, Xu Xiaoyun, whose lips were trembling with cold, suddenly smiled sharply, "she should die. God won't bless her. She is the devil. She should die!"

Leng Youchen glanced at Xu Xiaoyun and said in a cold voice, "if she has any damage, I want you to regret coming to this world!"

Xu Xiaoyun smiled and cried, but his mind was a little clear. "Leng sanshao, do you really see the woman around you? Do you think she's kind? She's the scum who can play with other people's lives! "