Mysterious husband always comes late at night

"Ning Ning, I'm dad." A familiar voice ran through her eardrum. Wei Anning burst into tears. She held her mobile phone tightly and choked: "Dad, I miss you so much. Where have you been with your mother?"

The man's voice was a little sluggish, showing a weak old, "it's a long story, Ning Ning, are you doing well now? I heard from Shao Gong that you are now in Beicheng. "

"Yes." She nodded. "I'm in Beicheng. I'm fine. I'm just worried about you and my mother. I've been to England and looked for you, but my home has become someone else's home."

"It's all right. We're all right. Well, don't cry. Ning Ning, you're the strongest." When the man heard his daughter crying, his heart was like a knife.

Wei Anning's tears rolled down. She covered her mouth and didn't want to cry. She didn't want them to worry, "well, I didn't cry. I'm just too happy and cry with joy."

Gong Ting as like as two peas, straight down on Wei's peaceful face, she was very sad and grieved, but she could not cry out. She was afraid that the relatives on the phone would be worried. She was so sensible and the same as when she was a child.

His love for her is one more point.

It turns out that every second he gets along with her, he will love her more. He can't dial at all.

After hanging up the phone, Wei Anning lay on the pillow and cried almost out of breath. Just now, no matter how calm she pretended, she was just a 21-year-old girl. She didn't know how to hide her sadness and sadness.

Gong Ting saw her cry. He was very distressed. He patted her shoulder with his big hand. "Ning'er, don't cry. You're still hurt. The mood fluctuation is too big, which is not conducive to your recovery."

Wei Anning wiped her tears. Under the bright light, there was a touch of sadness between her eyebrows and eyes. Under the extremely white skin color, blue blood vessels could be seen faintly, and the whole person was haggard.

"They're fine. Don't worry. They've been waiting for you to meet them back in England." Gong Ting whispered.

Two tears suddenly fell down. Wei Anning quickly looked up at the sky, "I know, Gong Ting, can you take me to see them?"

"Anytime, if you like." Gong Ting's fingers moved and wanted to hold her hand, but he didn't move at last.

Wei Anning finally stopped crying. She nodded, "thank you."

"Ning'er, don't be so polite to me. You can't be your lover. At least you should be a good brother, don't you?" Even Gong Ting felt hypocritical when he said these words.

No one knew her weight in his heart.

After he exposed Wei's quiet hypocrisy, he had been looking for her. When he finally found her, it was too late. Her heart had been left on Leng Youchen.

Wei Anning burst into tears and smiled, "when I deal with Beicheng, I will go back to England with you to see my parents. Sorry, I can't go with you right now. "

"OK, I'll wait for you!"

In the evening, with Wei Anning's repeated assurances, Gong Ting finally agreed to go back. As soon as Gong Ting left, she pulled a needle out of bed, went to the wardrobe to find her skirt and put it on, and then slipped out of the hospital.

It was late at night when she took a taxi back to Dongshan villa. She went in from the concierge and went to the garden. The colorful windmills in the garden fell to the ground like a hurricane.

Like their fragmented feelings, they can't afford any external stimulation.