Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning sat on the double sofa. Leng Youchen pushed her shoulder, "sit over a little."

Wei Anning refused, took his chin and pointed to the empty seat opposite. "There's an empty seat opposite. Why squeeze with me?"

"Get warm and sit down quickly." Leng Youchen supported the armrest of the sofa and sat directly in the past. Wei Anning had no choice but to give way to the window.

When Leng Youchen sat on the sofa, it became much narrower. Leng Youchen invited a waiter to come and order a breakfast. Then he supported his chin and looked at her eating.

Compared with the collapse and crying in his arms yesterday, she seems to be in a much better mood today, but there is a lingering light sorrow on her eyebrows.

No matter how skillful a person's acting is, there will be a day when she reveals her secrets, but her every move doesn't seem to be acting at all.

She is too simple and straightforward. Her emotions are expressed on her face and can be seen through at a glance. If such a person is deep, he can't help but doubt the whole world.

Wei Anning turned his head. "Why are you looking at me?"

"Look good." Leng Youchen said with a smile. There is no embarrassment on Jun's face. Seeing his wife's openness, he won't be shy.

Wei Anning looked at him with a smile. The guy was so beautiful and charming. Her heart suddenly missed a beat and asked a very vulgar question that women all over the world would ask.

"Is she good-looking or am I good-looking?"

Leng Youchen has a headache. Song Qingge is bright and moving, while she is a small jasper. There is no comparability between the two people on a Libra. But because she is his wife, she is naturally more beautiful than the Yingyan outside. Even if she is beautiful, he has to say that she is the most beautiful without conscience.

Who makes him happy? She's the one who makes him happy.

"Naturally, the wife looks good."

"Cheat paper!" Wei Anning bluntly debunked his lie. "You can't turn your eyes when you look at her and say I look good. You're a big liar."

Leng Youchen almost raised his hand and surrendered. It's like someone asking you who you saved first when your mother and I fell into the water. You said to save your wife, and your wife accused you of being unfilial. You said to save your mother, and you would accuse you of not loving her.

So Leng Youchen wisely changed the topic, "how do you know I can't turn my eyes when I see her? You've been peeking at us? He said he was not jealous. Look at the sour smell, it will float back to Beicheng. "

"Cold, quiet, Chen!" Wei Anning stared at him in shame and said that she was not jealous. Why did he keep mentioning it.

Leng Youchen suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her and said with a smile, "I know. My wife cares about me. I'm very moved. Be good. Eat breakfast quickly and I'll go out with you after dinner."

Wei Anning took a puff of dessert, but his words set off ripples in her heart. It turned out that she was sulking when she came downstairs alone for breakfast.

Seeing that he had found it, most of the sullen anger in her heart had disappeared. At this moment, she was angry, but she was not angry.

What's the matter? Song Qingge is a past tense and can't turn the waves any more. What's more, even if she can turn the waves, it has nothing to do with her.

She always wants to find her identity and return to her own position.

Wei Anning bites his fork and carefully peeks at the man beside him. His facial features are plump and handsome, and his lines are as firm as a knife, like the most proud masterpiece of heaven.

In fact, such a good-looking man, how can he not be coveted?