Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen still couldn't help it after all. He looked at the rearview mirror. His heart, which had always been indestructible, was crumbling bit by bit at the moment, with tears in his eyes.

Madam, you want my life and I give it to you. Why do you want to leave me?

He slightly closed his eyes and gouged out the figure from his eyes, but his eyes could not see. In his heart, her figure clearly still existed, but he could no longer have her.

In a moment, he opened his eyes and stepped on the accelerator. The Royal Blue Bentley quickly disappeared at the end of the road and ran counter to her.

Wei Anning sat on the ground and didn't know how long he cried until a pair of white deer skin casual shoes appeared in front of her. Her buzzing ears seemed to sound his sigh.

"It's cold at night. Go back." Gong Ting squatted down in front of her and looked at her pear blossom and rainy face. His heart hurt.

Wei Anning, with wet, moist, red and swollen eyes, smiled and asked him, "am I useless? If I don't cry, I just can't help..."

Gong Ting was distressed. "It doesn't matter. Just cry if you want. You'll feel better if you cry hard."

"I'm sorry to let you see me so embarrassed, but it's too uncomfortable and painful..." at last, she was already sobbing. She broke up. Seeing the figure of his sudden departure, she was still the one in pain and despair.

Gong Ting stretched out his hand and gently held her in his arms. Silent company can soothe a person's sadness more than pale language.

Wei Anning cried out, as if to release the sadness and pain in his heart at once, then don't cry, grow up, become an excellent and mature self, and can love him more mature.

It was quiet all around, and the cry in his arms gradually stopped. Gong Ting took out his handkerchief and handed it to her, "wipe your tears, and then be strong."

Wei Anning withdrew from his arms, took the handkerchief and dried her tears. Gong Ting stood up and reached out to pull her up, but she stood up by herself holding the telegraph pole.

Gong Ting's hand was stiff in mid air, then he put it back into his trouser pocket, "let's go, let's go home."

Wei Anning looked up and looked at the vast night. Tears flickered. Gong Ting looked at her side face, "Ning'er, go."

Wei Anning took back his eyes and silently followed Gong Ting back to the manor.

Lu Junxi was called to the night by Leng Youchen in the middle of the night. When he arrived at the private room, Leng Youchen was drunk. There were two abnormal blushes on Jun's face. He sat down beside him and saw him fill his mouth with a wine bottle. The liquor flowed down his chin, and his clothes were wet in front of him.

"Third brother, don't drink." Lu Junxi advised.

Leng Youchen slightly opened his eyes. His eyes were full of scarlet blood, which seemed shocking. He smiled, "Junxi, she doesn't want me."

Lu Junxi's heart jumped, and the unhappiness he dug up from his bed immediately disappeared, "third brother, what do you say, who doesn't want you?"

Leng Youchen took another sip of wine, with a hoarse voice and a flickering smile, "she doesn't want me... Her attitude is so decisive, Junxi, she begged me to let her go..."

Lu Junxi listened to his voice and wanted to cry. He looked at his empty and cold eyes and pulled his heart hard. "Third brother and third sister-in-law love you so much that she can't bear it."

Leng Youchen leaned back on the back of the sofa, raised his hand to cover his eyelids, smiled low, "reluctant?"