Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Xiaoyu giggled, "of course, but I didn't expect you to be so grounded. I thought you should sit in a western restaurant and cut steak gracefully with a knife and fork, rather than bring a plate in the canteen."

"I am a man, not an immortal." Leng Youchen said faintly. Seeing Wei Anning standing still, he gently reminded, "don't the palace designer go forward?"

Wei Anning always felt ironic when he heard him call her a palace designer. She slowly moved forward a few steps, and the man behind her was like a shadow.

Her heart beat a little disorderly, breaking the dull atmosphere. "When did cold always come to London?"

"Does this have anything to do with the palace designer?" The man asked indifferently.

Wei Anning can't talk anymore. His ability to destroy the atmosphere is more powerful than before. He looks polite, but he is actually polite. She scratched her head in embarrassment. It seemed that he couldn't ask for any information in his mouth.

"Just ask."

Leng Youchen's eyes were complex. He put one hand into his trousers pocket, touched the cigarette box, and finally put it back. He looked more indifferent. "I'm not familiar with the palace designer. Don't ask casually in the future."

Little fish is listening. They are embarrassed for Wei Anning. The male god's mouth is too poisonous. No wonder a big beauty like Roy loses her front foot, "sister Ning is also a kind intention."

"I don't accept anyone's kindness."

The little fish didn't dare to round the game. They hurried back to line up. The male air field was too cold, like a mobile freezer. It was terrible.

Wei Anning pursed her lips. Why did she hear a trace of complaint and anger from his words? She didn't dare to confirm, because today her heart has been frozen by his indifference.

She needs to slow down.

They finally lined up. Wei Anning ordered a steak and pasta and a glass of orange juice. As soon as he brought it up, he heard Leng Youchen say to the cook, "have the same as her."

She couldn't help looking back at him, but only saw his well-defined side face, so familiar and strange.

He looked at her eyes, no longer as tender as before. In those Phoenix eyes, there was nothing else except the cold of freezing people. As if aware of her eyes, he picked up his plate and came towards her.

Wei Anning's heart jumped up again. However, he didn't stop. He crossed her, went to the least crowded position by the window, sat down, picked up a knife and fork and slowly cut the steak.

Wei Anning recovered. She took the tray and sat down opposite the little fish. The little fish spit out his tongue at her, "Mom, the male god is so cold that I'm almost frozen and injured."

"He wasn't like this before." Wei Anning sighed. Although Leng Youchen, 25, is not very approachable, he is not so cold to people.

Now his cold is emanating from his bones.

She thought that he was cold to her because he hated her, but he didn't hate her, only cold.

"Sister Ning, is your old friend Leng Zong?" Xiaoyu asked cautiously. Women's intuition has always been accurate. Leng Youchen's attitude towards sister Ning is very different. Of course, sister Ning's attitude towards Leng Youchen is also strange.

Plus she's been haunted all day, there must be something fishy between them.

Wei Anning forked the pasta into his mouth and gave a vague "um".

The little fish stared round. "I said the dialogue between you was strange. I really guessed it. Wow, old lovers meet again. Sister Ning, when your old love will rekindle, I'll ask for a wedding drink."