Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning's face was gloomy. A touch of loneliness passed in his low eyes. Looking at the exquisite and delicious food in front of him, he suddenly felt that the food was tasteless. After a few bites, he couldn't eat any more.

Leng Youchen picked up the set of orphans and looked through it. There was a slight chewing sound in his ears, and then the sound became smaller and smaller. Until he could no longer hear it, he looked up and saw her push the dishes and chopsticks. He slightly raised his eyebrows.

The bright light was broken in his pupils and streamed, "what's the matter? It's not appetizing?"

Wei Anning was in a low mood and shook her head in frustration. She felt that she must have a masochistic constitution. Leng Youchen closed her in a small black room and asked her to squat in 50 degrees hot water for an hour.

She thought she would never see him again, but she was still sad and reluctant. Shouldn't she set off firecrackers to celebrate that she finally regained her freedom?

Leng Youchen narrowed his eyes, closed the book with his big hand, came to her, reached out and raised her chin. Her eyebrows and eyes were drooping, like an abandoned dog, with a poor smell.

He frowned, speculated secretly, and asked softly, "are you homesick?"

He couldn't think of any other reason why she was so depressed. Suddenly, his Phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, but he forgot the man who lived upstairs. It may also be the reason why she was depressed.

"No." Wei Anning didn't want him to see her mind. She pushed away his hand and stood up. "It's late. Go to bed."

Leng Youchen squinted at her back towards the bedroom. She was avoiding his eyes. Was she really thinking about the man upstairs? His eyes suddenly became cold and cold, and the impetuous agitation in his heart made his whole aura cold, and he followed him.

Wei Anning lifted the thin quilt and lay down next to the edge of the bed. He didn't ask. She didn't know that she hadn't thought of her parents for a long time. The fear of coming to the island at first gradually disappeared with the disappearance of the masked man.

Now, when she thought of leaving, she began to miss her. Human habits are terrible. They will imperceptibly weaken your will and let you go with the situation.

Leng Youchen stared at her back to him, and his fierce eyes seemed to stare two holes in her back. He was so proud that he couldn't ask her what she was thinking in a low voice.

He opened the quilt and lay down in bed. He reached out to turn off the light. The room suddenly fell into darkness, leaving only a Zhang silver glow from the bright moon outside the window.

He turned his back on her impetuously, closed his eyes, opened his eyes, closed his eyes, opened his eyes many times, but he was sleepless.

There was a sudden movement behind him. He quickly closed his eyes and breathed slowly. In the dark, the eye can't see things, and other senses are much sharper. He felt that she walked around the end of the bed to his side, stood in front of him, seemed to squat down, and his heart jumped wildly. What did she want to do?

Wei Anning squatted by the bed and looked at him with great entanglement. He had fallen asleep and breathed evenly and gently. When he fell asleep, he faded his usual cool and precious, like an defenseless baby.

Her eyes lingered on his handsome face, trying to reach out and touch him, afraid to wake him up. She squatted and looked for a long time until her legs were numb, she sighed, "Leng Youchen, if one day I suddenly disappeared, would you..."

Certainly not, because the person you identified was never me.

She got up and walked away, went back to the other side of the bed and lay down. The man behind her suddenly opened his eyes. A pair of dormant Phoenix eyes were as bright as fire. What did she mean?