Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning took a breath and shook his head. "No, I'm fine. Go back to the office."

She picked up the meeting materials in her arms and got up and walked out of the meeting room. When she passed the chief designer's office on the road, she couldn't help looking inside. She saw Roy with her hands on the desk and leaning forward slightly. She was wearing a low breasted sweater. The big waves were shaking in front of the man.

She blocked the man behind the desk. She couldn't see his face clearly. She left with high heels like licking the tongue of fire.

In the chief designer's office, Leng Youchen sat in a leather chair with his legs elegantly overlapping and turned a blind eye to the beauty in front of him. He opened the document, interrupted Roy's eloquent voice and said in fluent English: "sorry, Miss Roy, I don't like mutton."

Roy was stunned and didn't react for a long time.

Leng Youchen Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, raised her hand and compared it to her chest, showing a big wave of more than half of the cup, "also, I don't like to drink goat's milk, so please respect yourself!"

Roy walked out of the chief designer's office with a pale face and immediately spread in the company. Xiaoyu smiled and described Roy's tragedy to Wei Anning, "I really want to know what the male God said to the female peacock and let her come out with a gloomy look."

Wei Anning couldn't laugh. The reunion with Leng Youchen was unexpected. They were not excited to tell each other about their parting thoughts, didn't hug each other and vowed never to leave each other again. Only invisible strangers lingered among them.

What happened to Leng Youchen? How did you escape death?

She couldn't sit still, picked up a document, stood up and said to Xiaoyu, "I'll go to the chief designer's office. Someone asked me to help me block it."

"Sister Ning, are you going to * * * * male god? I support you! " Xiaoyu was surprised to clench her fist. In her opinion, sister Ning should be outside the office. Unfortunately, she disagreed with the aesthetics of westerners and Orientals.

Wei Anning came to the chief designer's office with the document in her arms. She was very excited. Through the glass window, she looked at the man across the door. It was so close, but so far away.

She summoned up the courage to raise her hand and knock on the door. Inside the door came the man's deep and beautiful voice, "enter!"

Wei Anning took a breath and pushed the door in.

The man raised his head from the document, glanced at her, and continued to read the document. His expression was still indifferent, "what's up?"

Wei Anning was almost collapsed by his cold eyes. She stabilized her mind, walked to her desk and stared at him. It's him. Is he really back?

The long silence finally attracted the man's attention. He looked up again. Feng's eyes were flowing with inexplicable brilliance. "It doesn't seem appropriate for the palace designer to stare at me like this?"

Wei Anning regained his mind and frowned slightly.

He called her Gong designer. Yes, her current name is followed by Gong's surname. He called her that because he was angry with her crown's last name. Was it Gong Ting's last name?

"Leng Youchen, I......"

"Designer Gong, please call me chief designer Leng or chief designer Leng. I don't think you and I are familiar enough to call each other's names." The man looked cold and his voice didn't have a trace of temperature.

Wei Anning's heart is dull and painful. His attitude is so alienated and indifferent. Since he hates her, why should he appear in front of her?

"Leng Youchen, what is this?"