Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning was still afraid, but the man's voice showed irresistible dignity. She walked over with a tray and saw several cigarette butts thrown in the ashtray. She said, "can you still smoke?"

Usually, his taste is clean and refreshing, comfortable, light and pleasant to smell. At this time, the smell of nicotine makes him more mature and charming, especially when he tilts his eyes and half squints at her, which gives her a bad feeling.

"Well, upset." Leng Youchen quietly put away an open document on the table. His voice was hoarse after smoking too much. "What did you do?"

Wei Anning quickly put the tray in front of him. His eyebrows raised and his pretty face was full of praise. "Try it quickly. The colorful wonton I made myself is very fragrant."

"Won't you have diarrhea after eating?" Leng Youchen didn't move. His food was in the charge of a specially assigned person. Before it was presented to him, the housekeeper would check it again. He never dared to be careless.

Wei Anning stared at him and tried to take the bowl. "Don't eat if you're afraid of diarrhea. You'll be treated as a donkey's liver and lung with kindness."

Before her hand touched the bowl, Leng Youchen took it away quickly. He said with a smile: "I'm kidding. Are you so excited? The wife made it herself. Even if it was poisonous, she had to eat it with a smile. "

"..." Wei Anning twitched at the corner of his mouth, "who is so boring that will poison you?"

In the heat, Leng Youchen's eyes were unfathomable, complex and dangerous. He picked up the white porcelain spoon and ate it slowly. His sharp eyebrows and eyes slowly softened and looked forward to the woman's eyes. He said, "the taste is better than I expected."

Wei Anning immediately smiled, "of course, I don't see who did it."

There was something unspeakable in his tone.

Leng Youchen glanced at her and continued to eat wonton. Thin skin, many fillings and so many colors seem to have been used. After eating a bowl of hot wonton, his cold heart seemed to warm up.

Wei Anning bored with his fingers and pulled the table. His eyes turned around on the rows of bookshelves. It seemed that they would shine. "Leng Youchen, can I go there?"

The man who had enough to eat and drink almost answered every request, "go."

Wei Anning gave a "yes" in his heart and ran to the bookshelf like a joy. After leaving school for so long, she came into contact with books for the first time. She took an original book and opened it. A long lost smell of ink came to her nostrils.

She was so happy that she was about to cry. Only God knew how much she missed school and the days when she was carefree and only knew how to study.

Leng Youchen finished the wonton, drew a paper towel, wiped his mouth gracefully, and Feng Mou looked at it silently.

After a night of hurricane, the weather has cleared up. No matter how many disasters it has brought to the world, the sun is still hanging in the sky.

The golden sun came in from the window and scattered an afterglow.

Wei Anning stood in the golden light of this room, slightly closed his eyes, devoutly sniffed the wisp of ink, the corners of his lips rose slowly, and then smiled inexplicably.

Leng Youchen's pupil contracted, and the position in the upper left corner of his chest throbbed secretly. A familiar dry heat sprang up in his body, and his breathing was unstable.

I don't know why, seeing her devout worship, what he wants to do most is to push her to the ground, enter her in various postures, and see how bright and moving her little face is stained with flush and desire?

Never before has a woman had such a great impact on him that he just looked at it and his body began to react.