Mysterious husband always comes late at night

The height difference between them was not big, and they were close to each other. Gong Ting smiled leisurely, "take advantage of the weakness? I have to say that Chinese culture is broad and profound. If you want to take advantage of the weakness, this idiom is more suitable for Mr. Leng. "

Cold Youchen Feng's eyes narrowed dangerously, and the anger at the bottom of his eyes surged wantonly.

"Hand over the people, or you won't want to leave Beicheng."

Gong Ting was not afraid of his threat, and he was not frightened. "She won't see you. You'd better give up."

Leng Youchen smiled angrily, "are you afraid that she will go back with me? Gong Ting, can you stop her from seeing me? Can you stop her from missing me? "

"Why deceive yourself?"

Gong Ting frowned. He admitted that he stopped them from meeting. He was really worried that Wei Anning would be soft hearted and go back with him. He didn't even dare let Wei Anning know that Leng Youchen came to pick her up.

"I won't go back with you." Behind him, a clear female voice sounded.

When they looked up at the same time, they saw a thin figure standing in the iron gate, fragile but stubborn.

Gong Ting strode over, "Ning'er, why did you come out?"

"Gong Ting, I want to talk to him alone." Wei Anning looked up at Gong ting. Gong Ting hesitated. After a while, he nodded and turned into the manor.

From the moment Leng Youchen saw Wei Anning, he suddenly brightened up, and the surrounding scenery became blurred, leaving only her figure more and more bright and clear in front of him.

One day I didn't see you, but it was like another world.

Wei Anning went out, stood still in front of Leng Youchen and looked up at him. They stared for a long time. She thought that if she saw him again, she would hate him and blame him. But when she really saw him, she was only empty and at a loss.

Their love, up to now, has no way to go.

"Can you walk with me?" After a long silence, she spoke in a hoarse voice.

Leng Youchen frowned and looked at her without talking.

Wei Anning has turned and walked along the road. Her figure was thin, as if she would be blown away by the wind at any time. He quickly followed her and accompanied her slowly on her side.

The wind blew her long hair and danced in the wind. She put her hands in the pocket of her sweater and didn't give a man the chance to hold her hand.

Perhaps she had made a decision in her heart, so she was calm and peaceful at the moment. They walked straight along the road, and neither of them spoke.

After walking for about ten minutes, they had left the manor far behind.

Wei Anning stopped under the street lamp and turned to look at the man who had stopped. She prepared a lot of words. When she was about to speak, she didn't know what to say.

Tears slowly accumulated in her eyes. She hurriedly lowered her head, and the familiar masculine atmosphere suddenly approached, wrapping her cold body. The next second, she was held in a strong arms, and his low and hoarse voice came from her ear, "madam, we're not making trouble, okay?"

Wei Anning gently pulled the corners of her lips. She closed her eyes and her voice was as light as if it would be dispersed by the wind. "Leng Youchen, I'm tired of quarreling and making up, quarreling and making up again."

"Madam..."

Wei Anning wiped the corners of his eyes, pressed down the burning heat and withdrew from his arms, "Leng Youchen, we are still young and don't know how to love each other. I think as long as I tolerate you and understand you, we can go on forever, but..."