Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning was worried. When he said "she hates me", his attitude was painfully calm. She couldn't figure out why a mother hated her own son so much.

When she stopped, the pain in her heart was about to overflow. She squatted down beside his legs, held his warm and dry hands with both hands, looked up at him, and blurted out some words again without thinking, "it doesn't matter. I love you in the future, and her love is not rare."

Leng Youchen was caught off guard today and was moved by her three times, one by one. He raised his hand, gently held her delicate face, and slowly rubbed her smooth skin with his fingers.

His throat was like a ball of cotton. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. A heart was so sad and soft that he stared at her affectionately.

He thought that God sent him to this world to make him suffer. In fact, it was not. It was to make him meet her after suffering.

He leaned over, his forehead against her, and his voice was hoarse. "Madam, I finally wait for you. Thank you. It always surprises and moves me."

Wei Anning couldn't help but stretch out her hand and hook the back of his neck. At this moment, she wanted to conform to the desire in her heart and get close to him. Even if she needed to push him away with greater strength later, she couldn't stop her desire at this time.

"I'm late."

"It's not too late. You just appeared in my life." Leng Youchen tilted his head, pressed his cool thin lips, covered her with irresistible strength, and turned and sucked.

Wei Anning raised his head and actively responded to his kiss. The back of his head was held by his powerful big hand in a lingering posture.

The surrounding air seemed to be thrown a torch and quickly lit. She closed her eyes and kissed back, provoking the man's deep desire. He took her waist in his right hand, pulled her up from the ground and sat on his strong thigh.

The powerful thin lip bit her lip flap, with some paranoid madness, eager to prove that she was in his arms.

"Well..." Wei Anning struggled because of suffocation and gave a cry uncontrollably.

Something in the chest seemed to break out. Their hot breath intertwined with each other, so hot that they had to melt in this kiss.

Her lips were released, but he just took a breath of fresh air. He pasted it again and plundered all her sweetness. They were dependent on each other, breathing together, and their breathing became heavier and heavier.

The clear male breath surrounded her. The man's big hand stretched in from the hem of the sweater. Wei Anning trembled uncontrollably and felt soft. He wanted to stop it, but he couldn't make it.

It's crazy. They're still on the corridor.

"Leng Youchen..." her hand slipped down and pressed his wrist to stop him from making trouble.

"Huh?" The desire at the bottom of the man's eyes is very heavy, and his eyes are red. It seems that he is going to swallow it. Wei Anning is flustered. When kissing rose to another level, the terrible memory of that night swept through her.

"I, we go to your secret base."

Leng Youchen lowered his eyes and looked at her flashing eyes with fear. The desire in his eyes slowly dispersed. He took his big hand out of her clothes and sorted out her messy clothes, "OK."

He has to clean up his own trouble.

Even if his body was swollen and painful at the moment, he had to endure it. If he frightened his wife again, let alone eat meat, he didn't even have to drink broth.