Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning has been holding on. The voices of her colleagues are getting farther and farther away from her. It seems that it's her turn to report. She stands up. It's dark in front of her eyes. Before her consciousness falls into darkness, she hears the little fish exclaim, "sister Ning..."

Immediately, she fell into a warm and familiar embrace. The corners of her mouth bent slightly and fainted with confidence.

Wei Anning woke up vaguely. When she opened her eyes, she saw the dazzling ceiling. She blinked and remembered what happened before she fainted. She sat up.

She was the only one in the ward. There was a drip on her left hand. Her stomach was not as painful as it was just now.

The mobile phone vibrated on the bedside table. She leaned to pick it up and looked at the caller ID. she picked it up. Gong Ting's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Ning'er, I heard your assistant say you were ill in the hospital. Where are you now? I'll come right away."

"No, I have to go back to the company after I lose the liquid."

"How do you work when you are in poor health? Tell me the name and ward number of the hospital and I'll come right away. " Gong Ting's voice was indisputably overbearing.

Wei Anning pursed her lips and reported the hospital and ward number.

She just hung up the phone. Someone pushed the door and entered. She looked up and saw that the man was still in a simple white shirt and black suit. He was very noble and powerful.

She stared at him, and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes. No wonder Roy had to paste it upside down. Even if the man was good-looking, his figure was much stronger than five years ago, and he was alive with walking spring medicine.

Leng Youchen looked cold, holding a stainless steel heat preservation bucket in his hand. When he saw her wake up, he didn't say a word more. With a long leg, he strode over and put the heat preservation bucket on the bedside table.

The clear male breath came to Wei Anning's nostrils. Wei Anning's eyes couldn't help following him, "Mr. Leng, did you send me to the hospital, thank you."

There was a little joy in the voice.

The man turned a deaf ear, set up the small table on the hospital bed, then opened the heat preservation bucket, put a bowl of porridge in front of her, and didn't ask her to eat. He sat down in the chair next to him.

From beginning to end, his face was cold.

Wei Anning is still not used to his iceberg face. She looks down at the porridge in front of her. There are several shredded ginger floating in the porridge. The taste is very fragrant, which makes her index finger move.

She picked up the spoon and couldn't wait to taste it. It was moderately salty, with the smell of ginger but no spicy ginger. She narrowed her eyes and looked at him with satisfaction, "it's delicious. Where did you buy it?"

There are few authentic Chinese restaurants abroad, and even fewer porridge are so authentic.

Leng Youchen folded his legs, put his hands on his knees, and looked a little more alienated, "you don't need to know."

Wei Anning bit the spoon and decided to eat first before talking, otherwise his current attitude would cause her internal injury.

In the ward, Wei Anning drank porridge quietly. After a while, the insulation barrel was at the bottom. She licked the spoon, but she didn't find that the man sitting next to her looked at her tender tongue sticking out and licking around the spoon, and his eyes deepened.

He adjusted his sitting posture, seemed to be deliberately hiding something, his eyes returned to cold again, "finished?"

"Yes." Wei Anning put the spoon back into the bowl, touched his round stomach, filled his stomach and warmed his heart, "thank you for bringing me to the hospital and buying me porridge."

"A little effort."