Mysterious husband always comes late at night

The man took a smoke from the corner of his eye. Where did the thoughtless funny ratio come from? Just ignore his appearance and his aura. It's like red fruit beating his face.

He held the pocket towel, bent his knees and squatted down in front of her. He handed the pocket towel to her, "wipe it."

Wei Anning was stunned. She thought she would leave if she ignored him. Unexpectedly, he would squat down. She took the pocket towel with a clean smell of sunshine on it.

She wiped the tears on her face and whispered, "thank you."

The man slightly hooked his lips, "why don't you find a place to take shelter from the rain?"

Wei Anning found that she was still sitting on the ground. She got up embarrassed. Her clothes were wet, her eyes were swollen, and her vision was blurred. She looked around before she found her backpack and mask.

When she picked up her backpack and was about to pick up the mask, a big hand with distinct bones was one step faster than her. Holding the silver mask, Wei Anning acted and said in a astringent voice, "thank you."

Instead of handing her the mask, the man pinched it between his fingers and said, "what's this?"

Seeing that he didn't mean to return it, Wei Anning directly reached out and put it into his backpack. She stood up, and the man stood up. Seeing that her eyes were red and swollen and her whole body was wet, he said, "I'll take you back."

Wei Anning looked at the rain curtain as fine as wool. She shook her head. "Thank you. I can go back by myself and your handkerchief. I'll wash it. If I have a chance, I'll give it back to you."

Seeing that she was about to leave, the man suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist and pulled her back under the umbrella. "Since you already owe me a handkerchief, you owe me another dress and give it back to me at that time."

Then he let go of her hand, took off his suit and coat and put it on her shoulder.

Wei Anning's cold body was suddenly surrounded by warmth. She couldn't help sneezing. A faint smell of tobacco lingered on her nose, which was a reassuring smell.

She looked up at him. The man's facial features were deep and three-dimensional, and his eye sockets were deep. Her blue eyes made her feel familiar. Where did they seem to have met?

But she didn't ask. At the moment, she didn't have the heart to ask. She thanked, clenched her textured coat and went straight into the rain.

It is easier to add flowers to the icing on the cake than to send charcoal in the snow.

The man looked at her back with an umbrella and didn't catch up. A touch of appreciation flashed in his blue eyes. His sweetheart was a girl with personality, weak but not weak.

He turned sideways and said to the man who came quietly behind him, "escort her home safely."

"Yes, little Lord!" Men are like ghosts, and the blink of an eye is far away.

The man put his hand back into his trousers pocket. In the rain, the man's eyes are dark, sweetheart. Soon, we'll meet again.

Wei Anning didn't go home, but continued to walk along the street. The continuous drizzle made her sad. At the moment, she didn't know how to go back to face Leng Youchen.

Her clothes were soaked, and the warmth of the suit had long been replaced by the cold rain. When the evening wind blew, she was shivering with cold.

The cell phone in the backpack buzzed and vibrated, again and again, stopped and continued to ring. She never answered and didn't know what to say. The distance between the men who sleep together in the morning suddenly becomes so far away.