Mysterious husband always comes late at night

In the evening, Leng Youchen returned to the villa and found Wei Anning on the first floor. He grabbed a servant and asked, "where's your wife?"

"The third young grandmother came back to her room in the afternoon. She hasn't come out yet." The servant replied.

Leng Youchen let go of the servant, took the elevator upstairs and pushed open the door of the master bedroom. There was a sound of uneasy nonsense inside. The curtains in the bedroom are closed, and the wall lamp emits a faint yellow light, which sprinkles on the small figure on the bed.

He slightly wrung his eyebrows, and the little woman on the bed twisted uneasily. Her forehead was wet with cold sweat. The whole person was like just pulled out of the water, shouting: "no, you're not..."

He sat by the bed, reached out and took her little hand waving in the air, and said softly, "madam, wake up, you have a nightmare."

Wei Anning slept heavily and her hands were clamped down. She suddenly fell into that dream. The man wore a mask and his eyes burst out hate. He possessed her like a broken bamboo regardless of her struggle and fear.

"No!"

Wei Anning shouted and sat up straight. Her forehead collided with Leng Youchen's forehead. The pain made her eyes look like Venus. The rest of her eyes swept into the shadow in front of the bed. She shrank back and stared at him warily, "don't come over!"

Leng Youchen's forehead was also hurt. He looked at Wei Anning and stared at her with strange eyes. His heart jumped, "madam, it's me. You had a nightmare."

Wei Anning rubbed her forehead, looked at him at a loss, and then looked at the familiar bedroom. She gasped. It was a dream. Fortunately, it was a dream!

"When did you come back?"

"Just back, you're sweating. Go and change your clothes first to avoid catching a cold." Leng Youchen sat over a little and reached out to touch her, but he saw that she avoided all of a sudden.

His hands were frozen in the air, and he looked a little more unhappy, "madam?"

Wei Anning pursed his lips, climbed out of bed from the other side and went to the cloakroom to get his clothes.

Leng Youchen stared at her back deeply. She was very wrong today. Just now she avoided him. Her eyes were obviously disgusted. He frowned, sat in the wheelchair again and followed up the cloakroom.

Wei Anning took out his clothes and was about to change. When Leng Youchen came in, her hand immediately hung down, "why did you come in?"

"Are you unhappy today?" Leng Youchen's fierce eyes stared at her for a moment, but saw her eyes avoid. He was more and more sure that she had something to hide from him. Did he find his identity as a mask man?

"No, you go out first. I'm going to change my clothes." Wei Anning turned and fiddled with the buttons on his clothes.

Leng Youchen frowned. He slipped his wheelchair, reached out to pull her body over, and asked tentatively, "do you know?"

Wei Anning thought about what Wei Jingjing said. She was in a bad mood all afternoon. She felt uncomfortable when she thought that he was touching Wei Jingjing's hand. She suddenly waved his hand, "yes, I know. Leng Youchen, when do you want to hide it from me?"

Leng Youchen's heart pounded and felt relaxed inexplicably. His stupid wife finally knew that even if she wouldn't forgive him for a while, at least he didn't have to wait for her to find that the process was too grinding.

"I don't want to hide it from you. I've been reminding you that you're too slow to find it." Leng Youchen said helplessly.