Mysterious husband always comes late at night

In the western restaurant, Wei Anning ordered a French foie gras and a dessert, and then handed the menu back to the waiter. Leng Youchen ordered a sirloin steak and a bottle of 1982 Lafite.

Wei Anning subconsciously touched her wallet. Fortunately, she brought her credit card. Otherwise, she didn't have enough cash to buy him a drink.

The dishes are served quickly. The exquisite dishes make people move their fingers.

Leng Youchen picked up the wine maker, leaned over and poured half a cup for her and half a cup for himself. He picked up the goblet, gently shook the liquor in the goblet, and his dark Phoenix eyes stared at her.

In the warm yellow light, her head of green silk was scattered behind her head, showing a small face of melon seeds. Her skin was white and red, just like the top apple, exuding Yingrun luster.

He stared at his long hair. "When did it grow?"

Wei Anning touched his hair. "It's been a long time. What's the matter?"

"Ask." Leng Youchen sipped the wine. Lafite in 1982 tasted mellow and fragrant, but what he remembered was the sweetness between her lips and teeth last night, which could make him swallow his bones and sink.

He raised his glass and quietly handed it over, "cheers?"

Wei Anning picked up his glass, touched him and drank a glass of wine in small bites. She can drink very well. A bottle of Raffi may not pour her down, so she doesn't worry about losing her manners after drinking.

Leng Youchen finished drinking the wine and poured half a cup for them. He saw Wei Anning pick up a knife and fork and start cutting foie gras. He looked at her quietly.

Wei Anning was uncomfortable with him. She forked a piece of goose liver and asked him, "do you want to eat?"

"Feed me." The man's eyes misted and didn't refuse.

Wei Anning's heart trembled. Looking at his fascinated look, he really half got up and handed over the fork. The man opened his mouth and held it. He didn't mind that it was the fork she had used.

Finally, he sipped his fork, and the movement and expression, not to mention the temptation.

Wei Anning sat back and looked at the fork he had sipped. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

Leng Youchen swallowed the foie gras and stared at her. Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, a faint light flashed at the bottom of his eyes, "why, dislike what I used?"

Wei Anning quickly shook his head. "There's no way. Eat quickly. It's not delicious when it's cold."

She forked up a piece of foie gras and put it into her mouth. It felt strange. She looked up and saw him staring at her. Her cheeks were hot, her eyelids were flustered, and asked herself in her heart.

What are they doing now?

After dinner, it was already 10:30. Both of them were in good mental state. It began to snow outside the window.

Wei Anning drank wine and her cheeks were red. She pointed to the snowflakes flying all over the sky and looked at him, "do you want to go out for a walk?"

Leng Youchen put his hands in his trousers pocket and looked at her red face. His mind shook slightly. He nodded, "OK."

Out of the hotel, it was cold outside, and the cold wind came to my face.

Wei Anning shrunk his neck, tightened his coat and smiled at him foolishly, "it's a little cold, you wear so little, why don't we go back?"

Leng Youchen glanced at her and went straight to the corridor.

It snowed heavily for several days, and thick snow had been piled up outside the corridor. Young men and women in twos and threes were playing snow fights under the corridor.

Suddenly, a snowball lost its exact route and flew into the corridor.

Leng Youchen was quick eyed and quick handed. He pulled Wei Anning into his arms, "be careful!"