Mysterious husband always comes late at night

The early morning sun came in from the gap of the curtain and fell a warm and bright light.

Wei Anning moved, and his whole body was like being disassembled and reorganized. The pain was unbearable. What happened last night was like a fast forward movie. Frame by frame flashed before her eyes. She suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.

There was a tearing pain from some part of the body, even worse than yesterday morning.

She was wearing a pink nightdress, and there were no bruises on her exposed wrists and ankles, but the key parts of her body were blue and purple love marks.

She looks purple, this pervert!

She put on her clothes and had no time to wash her face. She rushed out of the room. She wanted to find Leng Youchen and ask what happened to the man last night?

Wei Anning rushed downstairs barefoot. The maids performed their respective duties. They cleaned, wiped and stood guard. When they saw her rushing down, they all regarded her as air and turned a blind eye.

"Where is Leng Youchen?" Wei Anning grabbed a maid and asked eagerly.

The maid looked at her, ignored her and continued to wipe the ash on the antique vase.

Wei Anning: "

Wei Anning stood in the center of the magnificent living room. It was clear that the living room was full of people, but she felt that only she was a living creature. These people couldn't even make a sound.

She stamped her feet, and behind her came the sound of opening the double doors of the elevator. She turned around and saw the housekeeper pushing Leng Youchen out. She hurried over and gasped, "Leng Youchen, I have something to ask you."

Leng Youchen looked up at her. Her complexion was white. She probably ran in a hurry. Her cheeks were red, like a ripe apple. People couldn't help but want to bite, "what's the matter, slow down, don't worry!"

Wei Anning opened her mouth and looked at his concerned and gentle eyes. Suddenly she couldn't ask, "I..."

Leng Youchen took her hand and his eyes fell on her bare feet. He frowned slightly, "why don't you wear shoes? Come on, go and take down grandma three's shoes. "

Immediately, a maid went upstairs quietly.

Leng Youchen let go of her hand, bent down to take off his leather shoes and put them in front of her. He held her soft white ankle, brushed the dust from the soles of her feet with his hand and gently put them into the leather shoes.

Wei Anning couldn't stand steadily. Subconsciously, she pressed his shoulder. A shiver ran from the bottom of her feet to her whole body, and a warm current surged in her heart.

She looked at the men's shoes on her feet. Her feet were small and slender. Wearing his shoes was as funny as a child stealing an adult's shoes.

She raised her eyes and looked at the big feet in dark socks in the wheelchair. Her eyes were slightly hot. She came to this place for no reason. After these incredible things, no matter how strong she is, she is just a girl, and there will be times when she can't hold on.

She threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.

Leng Youchen stiffened, then raised his hand, patted her on the back, and said softly, "Why are you crying? Are you homesick? It doesn't matter. This is your home. When you get used to it, you will be reluctant to leave. "

"Sobbing, I don't want to stay here, Leng Youchen. Can you let me go? I don't want to stay any longer." Wei Anning was overwhelmed by the gloom in her heart. She raised her small face and looked at him imploringly.

The light in Leng Youchen's eyes flickered. A moment later, he looked at her apologetically, "quiet, I'm sorry, I'm not strong enough. I can't get out of this island, nor can you."

Wei Anning's hopes were gradually replaced by gloom. She turned her head and looked at the rising and falling sea outside the gate, "how can we leave?"

"There is no way. We are destined to live here all our life."