Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen's figure is never as thin as a person who relies on a wheelchair all the year round. He usually looks very stylish in a suit, but he doesn't know that his figure is good.

Wei Anning sometimes thinks that if he hadn't been in a wheelchair, he would have the same figure as a normal person.

Leng Youchen lay back on the cushion, put his hands behind his head and stared at his wife. "Madam, I want to see the agreed bikini."

Wei Anning smoked at the corners of his mouth. They were in the gym, not in the swimming pool. What bikini did they wear? She put the foam shaft on his calf, "I'll show you later."

"Really?"

Wei Anning wants to lift the table. Does he want to recover or watch a bikini? She knelt beside his leg and tried her best to ignore the man in front of her, so as to avoid her spring heart rippling. It would be a shame if she couldn't control it.

"Yes."

After that, she pushed his calf muscle with a foam shaft. She looked at his perfect leg shape and felt that God was so fond of him that he had not used his legs for six years. How did he maintain himself so well?

"Leng Youchen, I still think we should hire a professional therapist. You see, I've never heard of it. You can get back to normal walking just by massage without trying to walk down. "

"After your massage, you can help me to practice in the rehabilitation area." Leng Youchen tried to bear the pain from his lower abdomen. This guy looked thin and small. Why is his strength so big?

After a while, he sweated on his forehead. When will this sweet torture end?

Wei Anning skipped his naked upper body and his eyes fell on his handsome face, "do you feel great? Would you like some more strength? "

Leng Youchen clenched his teeth, "madam, do you want my legs to be completely scrapped?"

Wei Anning quickly loosened his strength. "Last time I asked you, didn't you say you didn't feel much? I don't want to stimulate my nerves. It might be good for you."

Leng Youchen smiled and didn't smile. Looking at her red face and sweat trickling from the tip of her nose, he said, "madam, take off your clothes. You're sweating."

She felt hot and hesitant. She put down the foam shaft and turned off to her cold clothes and took off her home furnishing clothes.

Leng Youchen held his breath. Every underwear he chose was sexy. It must be very beautiful on his wife. But when Wei Anning took off his home clothes and revealed the broken flower bathing suit with local flavor inside, he suddenly had a toothache.

What about the sexy bikini?

Who can tell him what the hell is this broken flower one-piece bathing skirt in front of him?

Wei Anning turned around and smiled at Leng Youchen, who had blacked most of her handsome face. Fortunately, she was resourceful and went downstairs to ask the servant to borrow a swimsuit. "Does it look good?"

Leng Youchen is gnashing his teeth. Is this playing with him, madam?

"It's ugly."

Wei Anning took a smoke from the corner of his mouth. "It's ugly and I don't want you to see it."

"Where's the bikini I I bought for you? Why don't you wear it?" The man asked reluctantly, which made him excited in vain. Looking at the broken flowers like the village girl, he really wanted to peel them off and throw them away.

"You mean, what can two pieces of cloth cover?" Wei Anning's dissatisfied toot mouth, "I'm a little suspicious of director Li's medical skills now. Are you sure grandpa found it for you, not a Jianghu doctor who specializes in cheating?"

That's because your husband is fine.

Leng Youchen said angrily in his heart. The more he saw her, the more poisonous he felt. He simply turned his head and didn't look at it.