Doting on the Masked Wife

There is no need to doubt that if it was not long ago, he only wanted to take revenge, and he, like a vengeful gui who crawled out of hell, could really do such a thing.

But now, he can't do that.

Seeing this girl with incomparably pure and crystal-clear eyes was like seeing her own sister.

How could he do something like this again?

My sister is in the spirit of heaven, maybe she won't forgive him either.

Ning Tong'er put down her hand cautiously, then gasped in shock at the scene in front of her, and took two steps back again and again.

All of a sudden, her mind was "buzzing", as if there were many bees flying, bumping and buzzing indiscriminately, she couldn't think about anything, only a blank space was left ——**In the study of the Han family villa.

Lan Ning poured a cup of clear tea made with snow water from Tianshan Mountain for Han Qingyi who was sitting at the desk, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Young Master Han, Miss Tong'er will definitely return to your side soon."

Han Qingyi raised his head and glanced at him, then smiled, that smile was indescribably gentle.

Lan Ning knew that he wasn't smiling at her, and such a gentle smile definitely couldn't belong to her. Young Master Han just burst into such a gentle smile to hear the words "Miss Tong'er" .But he would rather believe that Young Master Han was laughing at himself.

Putting down the expensive antique teapot in Yuan blue and white in his hand, Lan Ning walked aside with his hands down, and walked to the balcony.

While lifting the elegant gauze curtain, he said in a very innocent tone: "Young Master Han, I think they should be about to find Miss Tong'er."

Han Qingyi had a gentle smile, and his clear eyes were extremely gentle.

He raised his white and beautiful hand, and his slender fingertips slid across the strings in a "jingling" manner, creating a burst of clear and melodious music like spring water.

All the excitement and happiness are hidden in this melodious piano sound.

The only weakness in this life of this cruel noble son who is gentle and elegant on the outside but bloodthirsty on the inside is Ning Tonger alone.

For so long, she has never been away from him for so long.

Moreover, she was also involved in a car accident and was seriously injured.

That damned man Murong Lie said that she had broken her leg and disfigured her face—if he catches the murderer who artificially caused this car accident, he will definitely cut him to pieces with his own hands to calm him down The hatred in my heart - all those who hurt Tonger are unforgivable sins!

All deserve death!

Moreover, he will definitely let this person die badly.

As for Murong Lie, the human bomb was just the first gift he gave him.

Next, there will be a second, third, and more "special gifts" waiting for him.

Dare to imprison his Tong'er so that she cannot return to him, dare to force Tong'er to marry him... His crime is unforgivable!

As for what Murong Lie said about Ning Tong'er's affectionate words to him, Han Qingyi was very angry at that time, so angry that he wanted to kill Murong Lie himself.But then he thought: It must all be Murong Lie's tricks.

How could Tong'er fall in love with this kind of man?

It is even more impossible to fall in love with him.

He must have said this to himself on purpose.

And what Han Qingyi had to do was to take Tong'er back.

Hitomi...

As long as this familiar name appears in my mind, it seems to be a name engraved in my heart, and my cruel and cold-blooded heart seems to be softened into the most gentle spring water.

All the bloodthirsty breath was purified, and all perverted thoughts were hidden.An indescribable peace and happiness flooded into every corner of my heart along with the name.

Hitomi.

His pupils.

I don't know if she has recovered from her injuries after so long.

I don't know if she was so scared and cried without him pampering and protecting her by her side?

Hitomi, Hitomi...

Countless times when he silently chanted this name in his heart, Han Qingyi's beautiful mouth held a faint smile, and his slender fingertips plucked on the strings like clouds and flowing water, and the melodious and melodious sound of the piano flowed in the study. .

Compared with the previous agitated and high-spirited "Crossing General Order", this unknown slow score seems to be more able to express his mood at the moment.

The deep yearning, the deep lovesickness, the inextricably thick love, and the gentle happiness...

It's all in this melodious piano sound.

Lan Ning stood on the balcony, seemingly looking downstairs, waiting for the person who was out on a mission to come back and report.

In the study room, the sound of the piano was melodious and pleasant. He turned his head from the balcony and looked at Han Qingyi, who was as elegant as jade behind the desk, his eyes were filled with admiration and agitation. However, as if he was afraid of being discovered by Han Qingyi, he quickly lowered his head head.

Han Qingyi's slender, jade-like fingertips plucked the strings skillfully and gracefully, but there was only a "click", and the gentle smile on the corner of his mouth froze immediately!

Lowering his head and frowning Xiuya's eyebrows, he looked at the broken strings, and the veins throbbing faintly at his temples.

Suddenly, the corners of his eyes also began to twitch rapidly, violently and violently, like a strong signal.

Lan Ning heard that the voice was wrong, so he quickly raised the beautiful and elegant gauze curtain and walked into the study room. When he saw the scene in front of him, he rushed over and quickly stopped the bleeding and bandaged Han Qingyi's wound.

However, Han Qingyi shook off him, pushed Guqin, and stood up.

Frowning Xiuya, he looked out the window coldly.

"who?"

Where is Han's Villa?

High security.

Under the calm surface that Ning Tonger saw, there were actually many traps and strict protection, but she didn't know it, it was just that they used the strictest defense to pretend to be normal.

However, in such a place, there are people who don't know how to get in.

Lan Ning felt that something was wrong when he saw Han Qingyi's appearance. When Han Qingyi spoke coldly, he thought he was speaking to himself.

However, when he saw the thin figure coming in from the window, although he was taken aback, he reacted completely instinctively and blocked Han Qingyi's body in a well-trained manner, shouting coldly: "Who are you?!"

I don't know how it came over the wall, but at least it must be a young man with special skills, maybe a killer or a special soldier. He is wearing a black strong suit. He is extremely thin, but the muscles under the clothes are clearly visible. With an extremely refined feeling, even though he didn't raise his head, he could tell that the aura around him was extraordinary, and he was definitely a powerful character.

He lowered his head, cupped his fists and bowed to Han Qingyi: "At the order of our master, I'm here to pay a visit to Young Master Han."

The voice is pretty good, and the words are correct.

However, the words are too straight and round, which makes people feel weird that they can't tell.

Is there anyone in real life who speaks in the voice and intonation of an announcer and a TV newscaster?

Isn't that weird?

And this man who bowed his head and saluted gave people such a feeling.

"Who is your master?"

How could Han Qingyi care about such a little adventure, a little accident, he sneered and stretched out his hand to push away Lan Ning, who was standing in front of the loyal protector, and motioned him to step aside.

Seeing this refined temperament, the young man in a black suit raised his head, "The son of the Earl of Castle Edson is the master of my house!"

As soon as he raised his head, both Han Qingyi and Lan Ning knew why he spoke so strangely.

They were all slightly taken aback.

——Because, although this young man has black hair, because of his black hair, they didn't realize that he was not Chinese when he bowed his head and spoke in Chinese just now.

However, when he raised his head, anyone who was not blind could see the deep sculptural outline, facial features, and emerald green eyes: this is a foreigner.

"The son of the Earl of Castle Edson?" Han Qingyi smiled lightly, "Forgive me for being ignorant, I have never heard of it. But I don't know what your master sent you over the wall for?"

This young and refined man in black clothes didn't know whether he had lived in China for too long, or he had been trained in Chinese during training, so he could probably understand Han Qingyi's words.

"Please calm down, Young Master Han. I have no choice but to come in like this. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get close to Young Master Han."

This is the truth, what Han Qingyi did was more than [-] beheadings, and he was heavily guarded. It would be really difficult for him to ask for an interview directly.

But, that's why he broke in this way?

It would be strange if Han Qingyi was such a talkative person!

He pressed his finger on the bloody index finger injured by the broken string just now, and sneered slightly.

"So?" There was no warmth in the voice.

"Young Master Han, our master said that you must be very interested in what he asked me to tell you."

Han Qingyi just sneered, there was no sign of interest on his elegant and jade-like face.

Next, the young man sent by the son of Earl Edson... said something that surprised him.

**In a dilapidated small hotel.

The man covered the skirt of his clothes, and then said to Ning Tonger who was already stunned: "Now you trust me?"

Ning Tong'er swayed, but her legs gave way and she fell to the ground.

The scene she saw just now was really the scariest scene she had ever seen, and she knew that maybe she would never be able to forget this terrible scene in her whole life.

The man walked over, only to find that Ning Tong'er was crying.

Sitting on the ground, she let out a low sobbing sound, then she covered her face, and crystal tears slid down to the ground.

The man knew that she was frightened, and his broken body could indeed make people cry.

Even he himself would feel sick when he curled up in a cold and dark corner at night, unbuttoned his clothes, and saw his terrifying body, let alone others?