Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Song Qingge bent his knees and squatted in front of Leng Youchen. A pair of slender jade hands carefully fell on his lower legs, as if afraid of hurting him. His eyes were like a tap water switch and filled with tears, "third brother, how are your legs?"

Leng Youchen looked at her in a complicated mood. Song Qingge suddenly appeared in front of him, which gave him a great impact. At the age of 19, he was dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, surrounded by beautiful women, unrestrained and unrestrained. Life is a boundless sight.

If it hadn't been for that sudden conspiracy, I'm afraid he and she

Leng Youchen stared at her quietly, with memories and memories of the past in his eyes. He bent down and held her wrist, gently opened it, and felt that his throat and eyes were stuffed into cotton wrapped in broken glass. He made a sound. If you want to make efforts, it will hurt, "I'm fine."

Song Qingge's eyes are aching. She can never imagine that the energetic young man in those years can only walk in a wheelchair. Why doesn't she feel bad?

"You're like this, and you say it's okay, third brother. Do you want me to die of heartache?" Song Qingge looked up at him, tears rolling down, and her heart twisted with pain.

She could not even think how much he had suffered in the past six years.

Looking at her tears, Leng Youchen convulsed with heartache. Song Qingge has always been very strong and never shed tears easily. At the moment, he cried in front of him.

His lips closed like a blade and said in a dumb voice, "don't cry, I'm used to it."

Wei Anning stood beside him. The more he looked at it, the less he felt. The reunion of old lovers was really touching. She clenched her teeth, let go of her wheelchair, and impulsively entered the restaurant, trying to be invisible.

When she entered the restaurant, she didn't see breakfast. Her face suddenly darkened and shouted to the housekeeper who was still watching the reunion of her old lover, "Mr. housekeeper, breakfast, I'm starving."

The housekeeper coughed awkwardly, "well, grandma three, I'll call room service for you."

Wei Anning stood up, walked back to the living room, took the menu from the housekeeper, dialed the front desk phone and ordered some snacks she liked to eat. Looking at the two people over there, she was still talking about the past. She was flustered.

Originally, she wanted to help Leng Youchen call for breakfast, but now she was so angry that she didn't have any thoughts. She hung up the phone and went back to the restaurant to continue waiting for breakfast.

Over there, song Qingge is still telling the feeling of missing after farewell, completely depending on her "main room". The man who held her in his arms in the morning flirted. At the moment, his eyes were full of song Qingge, and there was no room for others.

She almost broke her silver teeth. Because of a man's bad nature, she couldn't move her eyes when she saw a beautiful woman.

She is also a beautiful woman. Although she is not as beautiful as song Qingge, she is also a small jasper, gentle and moving. Why don't you see him staring at her like this?

Wei Anning sat in the dining chair and looked at them. She looked at them affectionately. Her heart was like frying in an oil pan. She really wanted to rush to separate them.

But what qualifications does she have?

She is just a poor double, a wandering soul. Even she doesn't know what she is around Leng Youchen now, and what position does she have to separate them?

The more Wei Anning thought about it, the more sad she felt. She didn't want to stay here anymore. She stood up and deliberately complained, "why haven't you sent it? Forget it, wait, I'll go downstairs to eat."