Mysterious husband always comes late at night

When Wei Anning was flustered, the double doors of the elevator opened slowly. She looked up and saw a tall and burly foreigner blocking in front of the elevator. It was the killer who had just sneaked into her room.

Her almond eyes were wide open, staring at the cold sharp blade in his hand, and there was a panic that she was doomed.

What should I do? Who will save her?

When she reacted, she hurried to press the door closing key. The man smiled grimly, stretched out his arm to stop the slowly closing elevator door, and squeezed into the elevator at once, blocking her retreat.

Wei Anning's heart sank to the bottom of the valley and saw the man stabbing her with a dagger. At that moment, she seemed to see death waving to her and Leng Youchen with sad eyes.

She closed her eyes in despair and heard the sharp sound of the dagger cutting the air. She cried sadly, "Leng Youchen, see you in the next life!"

*

Five years later.

At midnight, Wei Anning sat up in sweat from her bed. Her long black hair fell from her shoulders. She covered her pounding heart and stared at the void in a daze.

It has been five years, and she still dreams about being chased and killed that night from time to time.

If Gong Ting hadn't led people to arrive in time, I'm afraid she would have become the soul of the sword. After that, a series of major events finally pushed her into the abyss of pain.

"Mommy, are you having nightmares again? Not afraid, Shen Shen will protect you. " Accompanied by the childlike sound of milk, a small figure rushed over from the nearby small bed and rushed into Wei Anning's arms.

"It's okay, Mommy, it's okay." Wei Anning hugged his soft little body, and her eyes became hot. She looked down at him. The little guy's face grew from the wrinkled old man, with sword eyebrows and stars, and his facial features more and more like that man.

Her fingers slipped from his face, familiar eyebrows and eyes, familiar high nose bridge, familiar knife cutting thin lips, her heart was sad again.

Wei chenshen's deep blue eyes looked at his mother with red eyes. He couldn't help sighing. Mommy missed his dead father again. Then, he got a shudder on his head, "what's the sigh? You don't learn well at a young age. Get up quickly and Mommy will take you to kindergarten."

Wei Anning picked him up, put him on his clean and tidy little bed, bent down and picked up the doll kicked out of bed by him. He still couldn't help nagging, "Wei chenshen, can you please sleep and be honest and pick up the doll for you every day? Your mother is also very tired."

"You can throw it away." Wei chenshen sat on the bed and drilled in with his pullover. Half of the drill was stuck and half of his head was exposed. "Mommy, help, the pullover stuck my head again."

Wei Anning put the doll at the head of his bed and watched his two little fat claws pull the sweater hard. She couldn't help laughing. She went to take away his hand, first pulled his red ears out of the sweater, then pulled them down, and easily rescued his head.

In winter, the static electricity is strong. The little guy has short blond hair on his head. He is as cute and cute as a drowning dog.

She reached out and rubbed his head. "Mommy must remember to help you make the collar of your sweater bigger tonight."

"You're so busy. I'll be grateful if you can go home on time and tell me a bedtime story." The little guy put on his pants and jumped out of the bed. He had no hope for her promise.

Wei Anning was stunned. It seems that she really ignored him.