Mysterious husband always comes late at night

It is undeniable that Rong Ling's words firmly and accurately grasped the weakness of song Qingge. Her pride is not worth mentioning compared with the loss of Leng Youchen.

She bit her teeth, turned to the business car, opened the door and sat in.

When Wei Anning saw song Qingge go and return, his pretty face was so long that he was really immortal. She looked at the man around her, but saw that he was closing his eyes, as if everything outside could not interfere with him.

She was half dead with anger. The man was a piece of fragrant honey. She would attract bees and butterflies everywhere. She poked him on the cheek like she was angry.

Leng Youchen opened her eyes, and her eyes fell on her pretty face with red lips and white skin. She wore a braid and skillfully pasted it on the neck nest. The broken down hair was pasted on the down jacket, which tickled his heart.

Her eyes were dim for a moment. She looked like a young girl. Only he knew that under her childish appearance, she had a plump body that made him crazy.

He grabbed her wrist, put her hand to his lips and chewed it. His voice was low and deep. "Why poke me?"

A current from her fingertips rushed to her limbs and bones. She shook up reluctantly. She wanted to earn back her hand, but she couldn't earn it. She blushed and said, "let go."

"Don't let go." The man answered very simply, grabbed her hand, put it in his arms and continued to close his eyes.

When the car started and the body moved, the halo came in from the window. In the sun, his white shirt and dark blue tie made him look elegant, clean and elegant. The man's side face is deep and charming, with a touch of ruffian Qi on his lips.

Her hand was so close to his heart that it was numbed by his steady heartbeat. At the wrist, she was burned by his warm and dry hands, which made her flustered, and a strange feeling gathered in her heart.

At that moment, she was reluctant to break away and greedily enjoyed the warmth he brought her.

Because, perhaps in the near future, she can only remember in her dream.

The carriage was very quiet. The intimacy of the two people in the front row fell into the eyes of song Qingge in the back row, but it was dazzling. She stared angrily at the back of Wei Anning's head. The position she occupied now belonged to her.

An hour later, the car slowly drove into the Z parking lot, and the party got off. Leng Youchen was in a wheelchair. Wei Anning was about to push him, but someone beat him first.

Song Qingge held the wheelchair armrest and pushed the wheelchair to the campus. "In fact, all universities are the same. There is nothing to visit. Your taste is really different."

Wei Anning followed Leng Youchen and didn't look at Song Qingge. Naturally, her purpose of coming to Z University was not to visit, but for her superficial, she couldn't help saying: "the cultural heritage of various countries is different, and the world famous schools naturally have its value to visit."

"Domestic famous schools are also famous overseas. Why don't you visit them, or do you worship foreign countries?"

"To say that she worships foreign things and fawns on foreign countries, isn't miss song more suspicious than me?" Wei Anning fought back smartly. She doesn't worship foreigners. What does she do in Britain?

Song Qingge was so angry that she vomited blood. She looked down at the man who was as stable as Mount Tai in the wheelchair. He was looking at the woman on his side with a spoiled look in his eyes, and her heart surged violently.

She is unwilling. One day, she will let the third brother's eyes fall back on her again.