Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning was so flustered that Gong Ting was still pressing on her. How could she look at this scene? It was ambiguous. Her mind was buzzing. It's over. It's over!

This misunderstanding is even greater.

At that moment, she didn't know where the strength came from. She suddenly pushed Gong Ting away, got up and ran towards Leng Youchen. Halfway through the run, she suddenly stopped.

Even if he stood in the back light, she still felt the hostility emanating from him. She wanted to explain and opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to explain.

"Leng Youchen, listen to me, I..."

"What else do you have to say?" Leng Youchen coldly interrupted her and saw her lying under Gong Zheng. His heart was torn to pieces by this scene. At the moment, he hated her as much as he was miserable and disappointed.

"Someone called me and said you were drunk at night. He gave me my room number and asked me to pick you up. I didn't expect that Gong Ting was the person in this room, not you. I was framed. You believe me." Wei Anning forces himself to calm down and explain first, even if he doesn't believe it.

Leng Youchen smiled, and his whole body exuded a cold breath. "Make it up, you continue to make it up."

"I didn't make it up. I'm telling the truth. Leng Youchen, you believe me." Wei Anning was worried. She had never been so flustered. When she saw him appear at the door, she knew that she had been calculated.

The man reached out his hand and gently touched his eyebrow. The laughter became more and more pleasant. It penetrated into Wei Anning's heart, but there was only bone cold. She couldn't stand his smile, "Leng Youchen, I really didn't betray you."

"Then tell me what you were doing, huh?" The ending is rising, still languid and affectionate, but without a trace of emotion.

Wei Anning's heart is like falling into an ice cellar. Fatigue slowly seeps into her limbs and bones and into her heart. She only feels powerless. "I know you don't believe what I say now, because you only believe what your eyes see."

Leng Youchen hooked his lips and was evil and uninhibited. He stared at her thoughtfully, "there is another way to verify whether you lie."

Wei Anning looked at him blankly.

He suddenly stepped forward, clasped her wrist and pulled her out.

His pace was fast and big. Wei Anning almost had to trot to catch up. Soon, he came to the private room in front of Leng Youchen. He kicked the door and dragged her in.

Wei Anning looked at his cruel actions and finally knew what he was going to do. In a hurry, she grabbed the door frame with her left hand and cried sadly, "Leng Youchen, you can't do this to me."

Leng Youchen's footsteps stagnated. Seeing her resistance, the man looked more gloomy. He turned around, hugged her around his waist, and easily dragged her into the private room.

At that moment, Wei Anning saw a woman standing in the corridor, dressed in exposed clothes, with a smile of schadenfreude on her face. She finally realized that song Qingge did all this.

Before she could think it over, Leng Youchen pressed her on the sofa. She looked at him in horror. The man breathed with great anger. His handsome face was only an inch away from her. The breath sprayed on her face was cold, and there was no temperature in her eyes.

She pedaled her legs back, "no, Leng Youchen, don't do this to me."

The man's eyes showed a touch of evil spirit and cruelty. What appeared in front of him was the scene that she was pressed by Gong Zheng. He didn't dare to think that she was still clean? If you think about it, you can destroy his dignity.

Wei Anning, I gave you my heart. Why did you spoil it so much?