Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen stood in front of the curtain and quietly watched her pack up until she wanted to leave with her suitcase. The scene was too familiar and hurt his eyes.

He strode over, pulled her suitcase back, and shouted sternly, "it's cold outside. Where are you going?"

"I won't stay with you anywhere." Wei Anning trembled with anger and stared at him fiercely, "yes, you're right. I'm just a casual woman. I'm on business with my male colleagues. We all live in one room and sleep in one bed. I'm so cheap. Can you control it?"

With that, her eyes were more scarlet and tears came up. She hung her head and went to grab the suitcase. "Sorry, it polluted your eyes. I wanted to sneak you, but it's too difficult for you. I can't do it."

"Give me back my suitcase. I'm such a shameless woman. Don't dirty your air." Wei Anning said later, his voice choked.

His venomous tongue, as always, can hurt her to pieces in a word. Why did he treat her like this? What did she do wrong?

Leng Youchen stared at her fierce reaction, and the bottom of his eyes tingled. He threw out the suitcase, firmly clamped her wrists with his hands, and Feng's eyes coagulated her, "Wei Anning, do you know how much I hate you these years?"

In that blank life, there was only one name in his mind. He looked for her earth shaking, but he didn't expect that she had changed her name. Anning Gong, she knew how much he hated. The last name behind her name?

Hate is from that time on.

Wei Anning was pressed against the door panel by his strong body. She smiled and tears fell, "hate? I hate you too. "

Hate his ruthlessness, hate his ruthlessness, hate that he won't give her another chance.

Over the years, with this hatred, she supported herself to survive. She dared not relax. She hated him when she thought of him. She hated why he could be so cruel and leave her alone in this lonely world.

Leng Youchen stared at her with scarlet eyes and the deepest pain. He slowly loosened her and stepped back with a sad look, "you don't have to go, I'll go!"

Then he pushed her away, opened the door and strode out.

With a bang, the door was thrown up. Wei Anning's legs softened and fell to the ground. He looked absently at the closed door. His sight became more and more blurred, and the dull pain in his heart continued to increase.

She hugged her legs and sobbed in a low voice.

Leng Youchen wore a bathrobe and walked into the affiliated bar of the hotel. It was late at night. Amid the lights and wine, a group of young men and women swayed and danced on the dance floor.

He sat on the high chair in front of the bar, ordered a bottle of whisky and drank several glasses in a row, but he couldn't numb the tingling and emptiness in his heart.

"Baby, I love you too."

Who is she talking to, so affectionate?

Gong Ting?

He was full of self-confidence. He couldn't be in the top position for five years. When he turned around, he found that he was the stupidest person. He found her earth shaking, but she let him down.

Leng Youchen, you haven't suffered enough from a woman in your life. Will you plant it on her for the first time and on her for the second time?

"Handsome boy, are you alone? I can have a drink with you. " A graceful girl came over, put one hand on Leng Youchen's shoulder and the other on his leg and winked at him.

Leng Youchen half narrowed his intoxicated Feng eyes and stared at her coldly, "get out!"