Doting on the Masked Wife

She suddenly threw herself on Han Qingyi's body, and hugged his body tightly and tightly with her small, slender arms.

"Brother Qingyi, brother Qingyi, don't worry, don't worry about you."

"You don't have anything to do, okay?"

Ning Tonger hugged him tightly, hugged his soft body, and cried loudly at him in a childish voice: "It's all Tonger's fault, it's Tonger's misbehavior that caused elder brother Qingyi to get hurt."

She burst into tears, and crystal tears kept slipping from her eyes and dripping onto his pale as snow face.

What Han Qingyi felt at that moment, maybe only he can know.

This feeling may be really only understandable and indescribable.

His heart is so hard and cold.

Watching other people's lives being taken away on the operating table, he was indifferent.

Seeing other people in the laboratory screaming crazily because of illness and infection, he only had disgusted eyes.

He has no heart at all, much less compassion.

His blood is cold.

You are cold-blooded to yourself, let alone others?

To him, people in the world are just humble existences, like ants.

However, this cruel, cold, cold-blooded, and even distorted genius boy, amidst Ning Tonger's immature cries, showed a smile of incomparable joy on his pale face, a heartbreakingly joyful smile.

With difficulty, he raised it with the other hand, took the lychees tightly held by his broken hand, and then stuffed this particularly beautiful, red lychee with fresh green leaves into Ning Tong in the arms of my son.

"Stupid Tong'er, brother Qingyi...how can something happen..."

He spoke with difficulty, but there was a comforting smile on his pale as snow face.

"Brother Qingyi swore to protect Tong'er...to protect Tong'er for the rest of his life, because...Tong'er is Brother Qingyi's treasure, and Brother Qingyi will never let anyone hurt my treasure again."

He spoke intermittently, and said to Ning Tonger who kept crying: "Tonger must trust Brother Qingyi, right?"

Ning Tong'er looked at him, tears flowed down her clear and red eyes again, but she nodded immaturely, sobbing and crying.

Han Qingyi glanced at her with relief, and finally passed out from the pain...

**The shiny green leaves slid from the palm of his hand, and Han Qingyi, who was standing on the edge of the balcony, came back from the long memories, with a smile that could be called happiness at the corner of his mouth.

That time, he was seriously injured and lay in the hospital for more than a month.

However, for him, this injury was worth it.

There is nothing more important than Tonger.

There is nothing more precious than Tonger.

Everything can be ignored, and everything can be ignored.

But only this pair of innocent eyes, he absolutely absolutely must protect them well.

The owner of these eyes, he will stay by his side forever, no one can compete with him.

Tonger, his pupil...

It was given to him by God.

No one can take her away from him!

And not far away, looking at him with incomparable admiration and admiration, was Lan Ning, who was wearing light blue casual clothes, with a very bookish appearance and a very comfortable temperament.

His eyes were scorching, with a kind of fanaticism and admiration for idol worship.

It's not that he doesn't know: what Han Qingyi is thinking about now is Ning Tong'er.

But, it doesn't matter, just like the only thing Han Qingyi cares about is Ning Tong'er.Han Qingyi is also the only important, most important... god in his mind.

For him, he can do anything at all.

For him, he is completely dead set.

It is also a long time ago, slowly flowing out as he gazed at Han Qingyi with adoring and fanatical eyes...

In a small, dilapidated and dirty room, there are several upper and lower iron frame beds side by side. On the hard and simple bed, there is an unbelievably thin old quilt, and it seems that it has not been seen for a long time. Washed, it looked smudged and had a dizzying smell.

There was only one small window in the room, and it was still closed tightly. The sunlight could not come in at all, and the air could not circulate. The whole narrow and dirty room was filled with all kinds of mixed and unpleasant smells.

At this moment, a frightening atmosphere filled the narrow and dark room.

Several of them were under the age of teens, and there were even a few children who were only five or six years old. There were boys and girls, and they all huddled together in fear. eyes on the atrocities taking place on the ground.

——Two thick, menacing men, one holding a thick wooden stick, and the other holding a whip, surrounded a little boy lying on the ground.

The little boy looked to be six or seven years old at most, maybe a little older.Because they live in such a dark and cramped environment, and cannot eat and clothe themselves like normal children, maybe they develop slowly and look far inferior to normal children of the same age.

This little boy lying on the ground has delicate features and a white face. He is a very cute and handsome man, and he is painful at first sight.

If it is a girl or mother who is full of love, seeing such a little boy will definitely feel that it is too late to love him.However, what he is enduring now is completely inhuman treatment.

"You damn little bastard, you are asked to serve others, yet you dare to hurt them with boiling water!"

A man as thick as a butcher, and indeed with a ferocious face, shook the wooden stick in his hand, and pointed at the little boy viciously: "Do you know that you not only caused us to lose a big customer, but also caused us to lose a big customer?" We have to pay him a large amount of medical expenses!"

The little boy must have been beaten severely, so he lay on the ground, curled up in pain.

"...Big...Brother, I didn't do it on purpose," the little boy pleaded pitifully, his voice trembling all the time, both because of pain, and also because of fear, fear of the more terrifying beating that was coming. "He keeps making me do horrible things... I can't stand it, I..."

"You little bastard, how dare you talk stubbornly!"

The butcher-like man was furious, raised his leg and kicked the little boy.

The little boy's thin body was kicked by the leather shoes with a muffled sound, and he burst into tears in pain.

The other children huddled on their own beds, and they were all trembling with fright, as if they had been kicked by this heavy foot—because they had also experienced such crippled treatment, so they Everyone felt the same way, and when other friends were "punished" and "disciplined", they didn't dare to look at them.

It's just that the thugs of these underground brothels, that is, they force the terrible man called "Big Brother", in order to let them remember these lessons, every time they "discipline" children who make mistakes or are disobedient, they have to force them to see it with their own eyes. Go and see, so that you never dare to make the same mistake.

"Isn't it just to let you do those things? You stinky bastard, little bastard, stuff that your parents don't want, haven't you done it a long time ago? Why are you pretending to me? How did you teach you? I think you're a You can’t remember the time if you haven’t been beaten, right?” The man with a fleshy face grinned, “Okay, I’ll let you have a long memory today, so that you will never forget it!”

"Don't, don't, big brother...don't..." The little boy must have been beaten many times, so he was already afraid of beatings. He covered his head reflexively when he heard the word "beaten", and kept begging "I know I was wrong, please don't hit me, I will be obedient, and I will do whatever you want in the future..."

However, the ferocious man let out a terrifying grin, and viciously raised the stick in his hand.

The other children who were huddled on the bed all gasped in fright, and some secretly covered their eyes, not daring to look any more.

"Snapped!"

A heavy stick, with the sound of howling wind, hit the little boy lying on the ground hard, and the little boy screamed "ah".

This miserable scream made all the other children tremble together, as painful as hitting themselves.

There were sharp barbs on the thick stick, and when the stick came down, a long bloodstain appeared on the body of the little boy in thin old clothes.

"Woooooooo..."

The little boy was trembling uncontrollably, and there was a long bloodstain on his back, which looked horrible.

He was lying on the ground with his face down, his small face was constricted and wrinkled due to the severe pain, and tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes and fell to the ground.

"How dare you cry!"

The other man holding the whip seemed to have had itchy hands and couldn't wait to find a reason to be violent, so he kicked the little boy viciously, and then raised the whip in his hand.

There was another slap, and with a "snap", long whip marks appeared on the boy's already injured back with bright red blood, and the dirty old clothes were also torn open, revealing bright red blood. flesh and blood.

"what……"

The little boy suddenly let out a miserable scream, and his fingers twisted when they grasped the ground.

However, something even more terrifying happened.

Because the old clothes were torn apart, when one of the two thugs saw the young boy's tender skin and bright red blood, he seemed to be stimulated by something. Throwing the stick into another person's hand, he said with a sinister smile, "Little bastard, I think today you should have a long memory and know how to serve others, otherwise you will forget again!"

The little boy had already been beaten so badly that he was about to pass out, but when he heard the man say such words, he was so frightened that he woke up.

With a pale face, he kept struggling, trying to get up from the ground.

"No, don't... I dare not, brother, don't..."