Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen Feng's eyes were deep and looked at her for a moment. "The people I love, from beginning to end, are in front of me. There is no other person or the so-called double."

Wei Anning suddenly looked up and hit the two deep eyes.

Heart beat, suddenly accelerated.

Then she was satirized by the ridiculous expectation in her heart. From beginning to end, he regarded her as Wei Jingjing. Even if the evidence was in front of him, he did not admit that she was Wei Anning.

How could he fall in love with her?

She turned to the beginning and didn't want him to see her embarrassment. She said gently, "if you don't promise to sleep in separate rooms, I'll try my best to leave."

She couldn't stand it. His heart was in others, but he did so close things with her.

Leng Youchen narrowed his narrow Phoenix eyes. His eyes fell on her deeply and deeply. He didn't miss the sadness of her passing. He pursed his lips and put his long finger against his temple.

"Madam, you know horsepower from a distance, and you will see people's hearts over time."

When Leng Youchen finished this sentence, he didn't say more. She knew that she wouldn't believe it. It was useless to say more.

In the afternoon, the snow stopped.

Wei Anning leaned against the bay window of the bedroom, holding a pillow in his hand and looking out of the window absently. As if overnight, she became nothing, her relatives disappeared, and even her identity became confusing.

Who the hell is she?

Where did my parents go?

Is it true that, as Leng Youchen said, she is related by blood to Wei Jingjing?

Wei Anning and Wei Jingjing have only one word difference in their names. No wonder when she was raped by a masked man, he would ridicule her that she didn't even have the skill to lie.

She buried her head on the pillow. Will she be Wei Jingjing? Wei Jingjing is her?

At the thought of this, Wei Anning couldn't help shivering. No, she's not Wei Jingjing. How could she have such a ridiculous idea?

She remembers her parents and everything she has done since she was a child. How could she be quiet?

When Leng Youchen opened the door, he saw her look like a lost soul. He gently pursed his thin lips, slid his wheelchair and whispered, "it's sunny. Let's go out for a walk in the afternoon."

"I don't want to go." Wei Anning turned to look out of the window, but the handsome figure of a man was reflected on the dark glass window. She looked away in a panic.

"Still angry with me?"

"No."

Leng Youchen leaned over, stretched out his big hand, pulled her face over and forced him to look at each other. "Madam, what else do you want to go? Only this afternoon. If you miss it, you can't have another chance to step into Britain in your life."

Wei Anning's pupils shrink. She knows that he can do it if he can say it. "Leng Youchen, don't talk too full."

"Dissatisfaction is man-made." There was a frightening cold light at the bottom of the man's eyes.

Wei Anning bit her teeth. She knew that if someone wanted to turn her into Wei Jingjing, I'm afraid even her survival traces would be erased in addition to her parents' survival traces.

In London, she may not find any clue to prove that she is Wei Anning.

Well, she can only go back to Beicheng and start from Weijing. Whether there is blood relationship, we can talk about it after identification.

She came down from the bay window. "I'm going somewhere."

"OK, I'll accompany you." Leng Youchen was relieved to see that she was finally willing to go out and stop thinking in the hotel.

Wei Anning shook his head. "No, I'll go alone."