Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning picked up her pencil and drew the drawing absentmindedly. When she reacted, the drawing read "Leng Youchen". She stared at these three words and was stabbed in the heart. He ignored her. Why did she still miss him?

She picked up the eraser and wiped the three words, but there were traces on the white rice paper.

Just like her heart, as long as it leaves traces, it will never be erased.

She looked up at the chief designer's office. She couldn't see the situation in the office. Her heart scratched like a cat's paw.

Roy has been in for so long. What are they doing?

Her mind was full of pictures of two people kissing, which made her unable to sit still. She picked up her glass, stood up and hurried out of the office. The office area is silent, and the colleagues haven't come back from eating out.

She carried the cup around the office area and passed the chief designer's office. She couldn't help looking into the office.

In the office, Leng Youchen sat behind his desk. The table was full of delicious food. Roy sat in the chair opposite him and introduced him attentively, "President Leng, this is the most famous French foie gras in Michelin restaurant. Please try it."

Wei Anning got goose bumps all over by Roy's voice. Seeing that she cut a piece and leaned over to feed it to Leng Youchen, she deliberately slowed down to see if Leng Youchen would eat it?

At this time, Leng Youchen suddenly looked up at her. She looked up at his deep and Dark Phoenix eyes, startled and stared at him.

He seemed to just take a casual look. His eyes didn't stop on her. He moved away faintly, and there was no wave in his eyes.

Wei Anning felt a touch of bitterness melt away. She suddenly accelerated her pace, hurried into the tea room and put the cup under the water dispenser to receive water. She listened to the rushing water and was stunned.

A bony hand suddenly stretched out, turned off the water key, and Wei Anning came back. His eyes followed the beautiful big hand, and then fell on the face of the owner of the hand.

Seeing the handsome face cast by the man's indifference, she was stunned, "you..."

"Although the company doesn't care about the money for drinking water, saving water is a virtue. The designer is wasting everyone's welfare." Leng Youchen said coldly and put his white porcelain mug at the water outlet to receive water.

How cold!

Wei Anning sighed in her heart. God knows, no matter how cold his attitude towards her is, she also wants to jump into his arms and feel his existence.

But if she did, he must have prepared more poisonous words to hurt her heart.

"Thank you, Mr. Leng." Wei Anning picked up his cup and was about to go out. Behind him came a man's leisurely voice.

"I didn't expect that the palace designer still has the hobby of peeping at others."

Wei Anning was shocked and the cup in her hand tilted. Fortunately, it was winter. The boiling water was hot and it was just numb pain. She quickly put the cup back to the bar and shook her hot red hand.

The next second, her hands were held into a pair of slender and beautiful hands. The man's expression was still cold, and only his voice was imperceptibly nervous, "are you scalded? Why are you so careless? "

A stream of sour and astringent rushed into her heart. Wei Anning's eyes were hot. She angrily retracted her hand and carried it behind her. "I'm not familiar with Leng and can't afford your concern."

Cold Youchen's thin lips cut like a knife closed into a straight line, and his eyes flickered, and then there was only endless cold.