Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning leaned against the head of the bed, and his eyes fell quietly on his handsome face as handsome as a knife. His eyes were dark as ink, with a cold light like glass, without any warmth.

She was frostbitten again by his indifference.

"Leng Youchen, you still hate me, don't you?"

The man's look did not change, like a touch of sarcasm in Mo Feng's eyes, "hate? Why should I hate an irrelevant person? "

Wei Anning's eyelashes tremble, a touch of bitterness lingers in his heart, irrelevant people?

"I see."

Leng Youchen looked at her and said, "what do you know? You don't know anything. "

With that, he stood up, his chest fluctuated, and seemed to be trying his best to restrain the boiling anger in his heart. After a while, his voice returned to indifference, "palace designer, I hope you can manage your body well. Huanyu real estate is a place for the survival of the fittest. If you don't want to be replaced by others, you should always keep fighting."

Then he turned and walked to the door.

Wei Anning stared at his back. "Do you think I want to get sick? Think I want to delay my work? "

"It doesn't matter whether you want to or not. It's a fact that you're sick and delay your work. Designer Gong, I'm very strict with my subordinates. If you can't adapt, you should resign as soon as possible." The words meant that the door of the ward was knocked.

Both of them had no time to respond. The door was pushed open from the outside. What appeared in their vision was an anxious Gong ting.

He probably ran over. His hair was a little messy. When he saw the man standing in front of him, his pupils were tiny and stunned at the beginning. It seemed that he didn't expect that the person who had disappeared would come back from the dead and stand in front of him.

Leng Youchen was as tall and straight as a pine. His eyes fell on Gong Ting without any fluctuation. Even unlike before, when he saw him, he couldn't help but want to wave his fist at him.

He glanced at him indifferently, then leaned over him and left.

Gong Tingjiang stood at the door and watched his back disappear at the end of the corridor. Then he pressed down the storm in his heart and strode to the hospital bed, "Ning'er, is it him or a similar person?"

Wei Anning leaned on the head of the bed and looked a little more fragile. His accusation just now had no emotion. It seemed that sending her to the hospital was just business, "it's him!"

"Is he still alive?" Gong Ting was suspicious.

After the accident that year, he sent people to Beicheng to investigate. From Dongshan villa to Dior group, everyone knew that Leng Youchen would fly to Britain that day, and someone saw him get on the Bentley with his own eyes.

Even in a high-speed electronic eye before the accident, I saw him sitting in the car. Bentley was knocked down under the bridge by a truck. It was impossible to survive.

However, Leng Youchen escaped from death and lived.

Now, he appears in front of them again. What does he want to do? Do everything you can to get Ning'er back?

Wei Anning's lips lifted a bitter smile, "can't you believe it? When I saw him enter the meeting room this morning, I thought I had an illusion. He is still alive. He has lived well in a place I don't know for five years, but he won't let me know. "

Gong Ting pursed his lips and soon calmed himself down. He sat down by the bed and looked at her gently. "Ning'er, it's over. He's the best luck to come back alive."

Wei Anning nodded, "HMM."

"Your drip is finished. I'll call a nurse. Don't think about it." Gong Ting wanted to touch her head. Finally, he restrained himself, took his hand back and turned away.