Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Gong Ting takes Wei Anning back to the manor. The manor owner Barnett and his wife have returned home. The huge manor seems empty, but there are many servants around.

Wei Anning sat down on the sofa dejectedly. Gong Ting sat down on the single sofa opposite her and looked at her anxiously. "Ning'er, I have arranged a private plane to fly back to Britain tomorrow afternoon."

Wei Anning's expression moved slightly, and then returned to a dead silence, "OK."

"Are you hungry? I'll cook. You can walk around. Don't go too far. I'll call you later. " Gong Ting stood up, took off the world limited edition watch, put it on the tea table, and then turned into the kitchen.

Wei Anning's eyes were burning. She remembered that someone cooked for her yesterday morning, but she left without tasting a bite. If she knew that it was the last breakfast they had together, she would not be so willful.

At least try it. Did he put sugar as salt.

The more she thought about it, the more sad it became. She stood up and walked out of the castle. The bright sun outside hurt her eyes, as if she had finally found an excuse to cry. She covered her eyes and burst into tears.

In the castle, Gong Ting stood at the entrance of the living room and saw her shoulder pumping, silent but wronged. He was very distressed.

He walked slowly behind her, put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around.

Wei Anning quickly wiped her tears and lowered her head to prevent him from seeing her embarrassed appearance. It was too sad, so she couldn't help but do what she hated most.

Gong Zheng gently stroked the back of her head and pressed her into his arms.

Her head was against his chest, and a faint smell of Cologne lingered on her nose. The corners of her eyes continued to burn, and her tears rolled down. She was at a loss, "Gong Ting, I......"

"Treat me as a tree and cry. Cheer up after crying. Your life still has a long way to go, and your feelings are only part of it." Gong tingrou said.

Wei Anning shook his head and then shook his head. Tears splashed down, "I'm sorry, I'm too frustrated, I..."

"Fool, everyone has the right to cry for love, but I hope your cry is released, not suppressed. Ning'er, don't suppress your sadness, cry. " Gong Ting looked down at her head. In the sun, her hair was black and soft, emitting a faint sweet fragrance.

Wei Anning really cried, as if to vent his pain and grievances, and cried hoarse.

Her cry came into Gong Zheng's ears and fell on his heart like a sharp sword, cutting his heart into pieces. Ning'er, I swear, this is the last time I saw you cry.

Wei Anning was devastated. Finally, he cried and fainted in Gong Ting's arms. He hugged her lightweight body and repressed something in his heart. It was so painful that he couldn't find an outlet.

He picked her up and took her back to her room.

In her sleep, she cried uneasily, "Leng Youchen, this time, I really can't forgive you."

Gong Ting was stunned. After a long time, he got up and went downstairs to prepare dinner.

The news that Dior group withdrew from the global center bid went to the economic channel of Beicheng that night. Gong Ting was cooking and listening to the news from the living room. His eyebrows frowned.

It seemed unexpected that Leng Youchen would admit defeat so easily.

Suddenly, his movement stopped. No, although Leng Youchen is not a villain who must report, he is by no means a magnanimous person. He was put aside by Wei Jingjing. Will he give up?

Naturally, his answer is no!