Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen looked at her unhappy appearance and frowned slightly. She had something on her mind. He had already noticed it. I always thought she was worried about the exam, but now that the exam is over, he accompanied her to England as she wished. Why is she still unhappy?

Wei Anning knew that Leng Youchen was looking at her. She didn't dare to show the slightest wrong. She stretched out her hand to cover her face, "what are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beautiful woman?"

Leng Youchen chuckled, took her hand and held it in the palm, joked: "I really haven't seen a beautiful woman. I don't know her name?"

"The beauty's surname is Wei and her name is Anning. Do you remember?" Wei Anning blurted out. Seeing Leng Youchen's eyes sink, she was immediately nervous.

She said her name many times, but he never believed it.

Leng Youchen nodded her forehead, "naughty again."

Wei Anning lowered her eyes and her sadness flowed back into a river in her heart. She knew that he would not believe it, so she would let him see it!

Leng Yanbai stared at his assistant ferociously in the general manager's office of Dior group, "you said they went to Britain?"

"Yes, the plane in the morning has just taken off." The assistant replied timidly, "it is said that he is going to make up for his honeymoon."

"Bang", a delicate ornament broke in response. Leng Yanbai looked as gloomy as if he wanted to eat people. "Book me a ticket to England right away. I want them to have a honeymoon. All they have left is heart."

"Er Shao..." the assistant hesitated. Shouldn't we make waves while San Shao is away at this time?

"I'll let you book a ticket and get out of here!" Leng Yanbai drank violently and spent his honeymoon. As long as he thought about the situation of you and me together, his heart was as painful as being pricked by a needle.

The assistant didn't dare to talk, so he hurried out to book a ticket.

The plane landed at London Heathrow airport and left the terminal. Outside the airport, there was a white lengthened Lincoln with Rong Ling standing next to the body in a black suit.

Seeing them coming out, he immediately straightened up and walked towards them.

"Three little, three little grandma, the journey is hard."

Wei Anning nodded at him. Just about to push Leng Youchen to the car, the wheelchair was picked up by Rong Ling, "I'll come."

His movements seemed gentle. Only Wei Anning knew that he used his strength to squeeze her away. She pursed her lips, said nothing, and followed lengyouchen.

Rong Ling has always had a deep hostility to her. It should be from the fact that the avant-garde quiet for six years broke Leng Youchen's leg. In his mind, she is not the third young grandmother, but the curse of beauty.

The three got into the car, and the bodyguards got on the black car behind them. The motorcade drove towards the seven-star hotel.

"San Shao, I've taken care of everything here in London. A guide will come tomorrow to take you and grandma San Shao around." Rong Lingdao.

Wei Anning has been looking out of the window. She finally came back. London is still what she was when she left. Her mood is agitated. It's nice to see mom and dad soon!

Hearing Rong Ling's words, she almost subconsciously said in the tone of the host: "don't ask a guide. I'm familiar with here."

Rong Ling frowned slightly and looked very cold. "I remember that the third young grandma only came to London once. It's safer to take a tour guide around."