Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning felt two hot eyes sticking to her. She opened her eyes, looked sideways, and fell into the man's hot eyes unprepared. Her heart was sharp, she hurriedly withdrew her eyes and continued to read the original books as if nothing had happened.

But the words in front of her were divided into letters and drilled into her sight, but none of them entered her brain. In her brain, there were only the dark and extremely hot Phoenix eyes of men.

She immediately felt that the air around her was a little stagnant, her chest was stuffy, short of breath and flustered, especially the two lines of sight stuck to her, as if they were going to burn her out of a big hole.

She couldn't see it. She simply closed the book, put it back on the shelf, walked around to the other side and avoided his too direct eyes.

But no matter where she hid, his eyes were everywhere, causing great pressure on her. This time, she couldn't read the book, and her fingertips flitted over the original book on the hard shell cover, so flustered that she didn't know what to do.

Leng Youchen picked his eyebrow and looked at her dodging his eyes. His face was heavy. Is he a tiger? Is he afraid of this?

What he didn't know was that he looked at Wei Anning's eyes and really wanted to eat her.

Seeing her walking to the depths of the bookshelf, he suddenly remembered something. His eyes flashed, his face suddenly became nervous, and he quickly slid his wheelchair over.

Wei Anning went to the last row of bookshelves, on which there were many out of print literary works.

Her eyes were bright and she saw a set of unique books she had been looking for. Just about to take them down and read them, a cold voice sounded in her ears, "don't touch!"

Wei Anning finger a meal, looked back and found that Leng Youchen had come to her. She subconsciously retracted her hand and covered her beating heart. "Don't you walk quietly? Scare me!"

Leng Youchen glanced nervously at the isolated book. He breathed out and said, "the weather outside seems good. Push me out for a walk."

Wei Anning looked up at the single book. "Leng Youchen, can I have a look at this set of books?"

Leng Youchen looked at her as if nothing had happened, "want to see?"

Wei Anning nodded quickly, his eyes showing longing.

"I'll ask the housekeeper to deliver it to you later."

"Why bother? I'll just take it myself." Wei Anning reached out for it.

"Don't move!" Leng Youchen gave a low cry and was shocked into a cold sweat. He blocked her without trace. He looked at her puzzled eyes and said, "it's inconvenient for you to push me downstairs and take the book. Let's go."

Wei Anning thought about it. It was the same reason. He took his hand back, grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair, and pushed Leng Youchen out of the study.

In the study, the sun fell on the row of bookshelves. Behind the set of isolated books, a strange silver light flashed and immediately returned to calm.

Wei Anning pushed Leng Youchen into the elevator. The elevator went down. Just out of the elevator, Wei Anning remembered that the bowl on the desk had not been taken down yet. "No, I forgot to take it down. I'll get it."

As soon as she turned around, her wrist was held by a warm and dry hand. She looked back and looked at the slender and beautiful hand. Her heart beat hard and missed a beat, "what's the matter?"

"Just let the servant get it."

"Oh." Wei Anning answered, but the big hand holding her wrist didn't take it away. The man's slightly cocooned thumb and finger belly slowly rubbed her wrist. A crisp numbness sprang up in the intercarpal vein, and she trembled uncontrollably.