Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Gong Zheng looked cold and fierce. He waved his big hand and everything on the desk fell to the ground. He stared at Daisy fiercely, as if he would jump up and break her neck in the next second.

"I told you not to speak, can't you understand?"

Daisy was unwilling. "Brother Gong, I've loved you since I was a child. I've loved you for so many years. Don't you feel at all?"

"I don't like you. I've said it many times, daisy. If you speak ill of Ning'er in front of me again, I'll never spare you, housekeeper and see you off!" Gong Zheng turned his back and was so angry that his chest fluctuated up and down.

Daisy looked at his cold back sadly and wanted to cry: "brother Gong, I will prove to you that I am the one who loves you most. Anning Gong will only hurt you. Why should she be named Gong?"

The housekeeper hurried in and saw his young master emitting a cold breath. He hurriedly said, "Princess Daisy, please."

Daisy stamped her feet, took out an envelope from her bag and put it on the table. "This is the hotel where Anning palace stayed in Birmingham. She shared a room with that man. We are all adults. You know what that means."

The corner of Gong Zheng's eye jerked until the sound of closing the door came behind him. He turned around and stared at the envelope for a long time, then stretched out his hand to pick it up and open it, and several photos fell down.

He looked down. In the photo, Wei Anning and Leng Youchen walked into the hotel room together. His eyes tingled, he took a deep breath, and suppressed his anxiety.

His hand hanging on his side had already clenched into a fist, and for a long time, it fell heavily on the desk.

He always thought that as long as he guarded her silently, his sincerity would move her one day. But why did Leng Youchen come back?

Gong Ting picked up his mobile phone, went to the French window and looked at the vast night outside the window. His heart was desolate. He dialed the remembered number and waited for the connection.

When Wei Anning was sleepy, her mobile phone vibrated. She was too sleepy to open her eyes. Her hand fumbled on the quilt, but she didn't want to open her eyes to find it.

Leng Youchen has finished taking a bath and is leaning against the head of the bed holding the computer to process documents. Seeing her cheating, he puts the computer on the bed, gets up, picks up his mobile phone and takes a look at the caller ID. his eyes become particularly complex.

He walked barefoot to the French window, looked at the snowy night in Birmingham and connected the phone, "Hello, I'm Leng Youchen. Anning has fallen asleep. If you have something to do, please call her mobile phone tomorrow."

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and a slightly tense voice came, "Leng Youchen, it's good that you came back alive."

"Thank you!" Leng Youchen looked at his own shadow reflected on the French window and looked cold.

Gong Ting sneered, "I finally don't have to fight with a dead man. Leng Youchen, I won't be merciful."

"Wait and see." Leng Youchen heard that end hang up the phone. He slowly hooked his lips and pulled out a cool smile. Looking back, the woman lying in bed was sleeping heartlessly. She didn't know that two people had fought for her.

He walked slowly to the bedside and leaned over to put her cell phone on the bedside table. He sat down by the bedside and stared down at her sleeping face.

His eyes flashed over her smooth forehead, passed through the bridge of her nose and landed on her slightly red lips. His Adam's apple slid sexily, slowly raised his fingers and landed on her lips.