Mysterious husband always comes late at night

"She?"

Wei Anning looked at him in surprise and felt that there was a sad story behind the iron box, otherwise his reaction would not be so great.

"Well, my mother."

Wei Anning thought that "she" was song Qingge, but he didn't expect it to be Jiang Yuan. However, girls generally like this kind of thing. How could Jiang Yuan send Leng Youchen this?

Leng Youchen looked a little confused and sad. "My dream when I was a child was very simple, that is, to be a free rapper."

Wei Anning never thought that Leng Youchen's dream was to be a singer. It can be seen that under his ascetic appearance, he actually has a hot heart.

Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something funny. He slightly hooked his lips, but his smile was frozen before reaching the bottom of his eyes. "You must not think of who my idol was when I was a child."

Wei Anning couldn't help living by himself, came to him and squatted down beside him, "who is it?"

"Jay Chou."

Wei Anning nodded. She heard of the legendary singer in Britain. It is said that he was not popular when he first appeared on a variety show. No one paid attention to him and became popular the next year.

Leng Youchen stared at the iron box in the trash can, with a stabbing pain at the bottom of his deep eyes. "This iron box is the one in the MV of Jay Chou peninsula. She took all the trouble to get it to me, with Jay Chou's signature on it."

In that case, it should be a happy thing. Why does Leng Youchen look like this?

"At that time, I naively thought that the relationship between our mother and son finally broke the ice, but I didn't expect..." Leng Youchen closed his eyes. The past was unbearable to look back. As long as he thought about it, he was distressed.

If it hadn't happened, he wouldn't know. It turned out that he was never expected.

His voice trembled slightly, his hands on his knees clenched into fists, and green veins appeared on the back of his hands, as if he was suffering a great pain.

Wei Anning was frightened by his appearance. She leaned over and hugged him. Thinking of what he had just said in the corridor, she said softly, "Leng Youchen, stop talking. The past has passed. We should learn to put it down."

Leng Youchen reached back and hugged her soft body, put his chin on her shoulder, and looked a little tired. "Madam, I'm really sorry to let you see me like this."

"Fool!" Wei Anning sighed. She could cry when she was helpless, and he could only bury the pain in his heart. He couldn't cry or vent, so that he festered at the bottom of his heart.

She is very glad that she can be with him at this time.

"In front of me, you are not an invincible cold sanshao. You are hurt and painful. My arms are your haven and open to you at any time." Wei Anning whispered softly.

Leng Youchen silently hugged her. How glad he was that the LORD had arranged for her to come to his life like an angel and save him from the walking dead.

That night, they had dinner with old man Leng and stayed in his ancestral house.

After getting along in the afternoon, the relationship between the two became more intimate.

The housekeeper arranged for them to stay in the West Wing room. Everything in the ancestral house was very exquisite, especially the bamboo bed in the middle of the room was covered with long Fengxi quilt. The bright red color made her inexplicably flustered.

Leng Youchen was calm. Looking at her cramped and embarrassed appearance, he went straight to the bathroom and brought a basin of hot water. "Madam, soak a hot foot and go to bed. You will sleep more comfortably."