Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen appreciated his wife's coquettish appearance. He raised his hand. The staff immediately understood and quietly withdrew to leave space for the loving couple.

He came to Wei Anning in a wheelchair and reached out to hook her into his arms.

Just as Wei Anning was about to struggle, a man's mellow and hoarse voice came from his ear, like an old wine hoarded for 50 years, fascinating, "don't move!"

She really didn't dare to move. She saw the man's head leaning slightly. She saw the fierce desire in his eyes. Her heart beat suddenly accelerated. Their heads were closer and closer, so close that they were breathing with each other.

She closed her eyes in panic and whispered, "what are you going to do?"

"Your lips are too pale." Sound fell, the man's hot lips had covered her, and she was eager to grind. Wei Anning's eyelashes trembled. Her whole body was baked by his burning breath. She instinctively stretched out her hand to hold his back neck, afraid of falling to the ground when her body was soft.

The VIP room seemed to have been thrown a fire, and the air around burned.

Her nose was haunted by the perplexing hormone breath of the man. The soft and tenacious thin lips were lingering on her lips. Her hands held his collar tightly, and her heart beat so fast that it would jump out of her throat.

I don't know how long it took, Leng Youchen finally released her, his forehead gently against her and gasped low. Because of her cooperation and response just now, the corners of his lips rose.

"Madam, I'm very happy."

"Happy what?"

"If you stay with me, this life will be enough." Leng Youchen let go of her. There was a flicker in the eyes of the woman in her arms. Her lip gloss was spent and he ate almost the same. However, such a color was more natural than lip gloss.

He took her in his arms, slid his wheelchair to the dressing table and took the lip glaze to add color to her.

The man seriously painted her lip gloss, which was unspeakable. No wonder in ancient times, she raised her eyebrows, which made her yearn that they could really be together for a lifetime.

After painting the lip gloss, Wei Anning remembered that the wound on his leg had not healed. He didn't dare to let him hold it anymore. He hurried down from his leg, "I'm a little thirsty. Go and pour a glass of water."

Leng Youchen smiled silently, knowing that his wife was shy, but did not expose her.

Wei Anning walked quickly to the door with her skirt, opened the door and went out to find the staff to pour water for her.

As soon as she went out, the waiting celebrities saw her in a luxurious dress, and their eyes were envious and jealous. The staff quickly poured a glass of water. Wei Anning took it and drank it up in one breath. Only then did he finally alleviate the symptoms of dry mouth.

The staff took back the cup and took a look at Song Qingge, who was sitting in the corner of the sofa turning magazines. Their eyes crossed in the air, which was more meaningful.

Song Qingge glanced at Wei Anning with spring water in his eyes. He looked charming. Don't think about it. He also knew what they had just done in the VIP room.

Thinking of this, she felt like a bug gnawing at her heart and went crazy with jealousy.

Wei Anning didn't doubt him. Seeing Leng Youchen coming out, she stood in place waiting for him to approach, "are you leaving now?"

"Well, the party will begin soon." Leng Youchen held her hand and led her out of the private club. From beginning to end, he didn't find song Qingge in the club.

Because in his eyes, only his wife!

Therefore, song Qingge's jealousy is stronger. Wei Jing, you won't be long. If you don't believe it, let's wait for a good play.

The annual meeting of Dior group is grand and grand. There are an endless stream of guests who come to congratulate Leng Youchen.

As soon as Leng Youchen appeared with Wei Anning, he attracted everyone's attention.