Doting on the Masked Wife

Lan Ning opened his mouth, but before he could open his mouth, a bean-sized drop of cold sweat slid down his pure white forehead.

"Young Master Han..." he said softly, his voice seemed unsteady, "Our people didn't receive Miss Tong'er."

Han Qingyi looked at him coldly, her beautiful brows were wrinkled together with evil spirit.

"They ran into bodyguards who came back to support them, and they were wounded on both sides."

"I don't care about these, I just want to know about Tong'er? Why didn't I hear anyone!" Han Qingyi suddenly slapped the table and asked sharply, "Where's someone?!"

Lan Ning's voice became very dry, and drops of cold sweat flowed down his gentle and bookish face.

"Our people say that Miss Tong'er escaped from Murong Lie's villa a long time ago..."

"What?" Han Qingyi was really shocked!

"They said that after Qi Ruosang, one of Murong Lie's assistants, rushed to the hospital to visit Murong Lie, he took people to look for Miss Tong'er...and, and...the people we put in the Murong Group told me that Qi Ruosang Ruo Sang seems to have run through countless red lights along the way, hugged an injured girl, and rushed to the private hospital of the Murong Group again..."

Han Qingyi suddenly fell heavily and sat down on a mahogany chair cushioned with luxurious soft buckskin.

He raised his eyes, and there was a hint of despair in those clear eyes.

"Lan Ning?"

he whispered.

Lan Ning lowered her head: "Young Master Han."

"What do you think of, tell me." He said softly, his voice was gentle and slow.

Cold sweat rolled down Lan Ning's forehead: "Young Master Han, I..."

Of course he also thought of the most unlikely possibility, but he dared not say it.

He understood too well what was the most important thing to Han Qingyi.

If, he said now... the girl who was carried back to the hospital by Qi Ruosang might be Miss Ning Tong'er...

He didn't dare to say it, but his unspeakable and bewildered reaction had already explained everything. If he hadn't thought of this possibility in the same way, why would he be sweating?

Han Qingyi's white teeth were clenched tightly together, making a loud noise. Suddenly, the handsome and elegant Mr. Pianpian turned into a demon who wanted to eat people.

He suddenly slapped it heavily on the mahogany table, and the guqin was so shaken that it almost flipped over.

With his head down, he looked at the broken string of the Guqin on the table - where there was still a trace of blood from his index finger.

So, is it really a sign of bad omen?

He didn't think of it!

"Get those killers here, now, immediately!" He ordered sharply.

Lan Ning was shocked, "Yes, Young Master Han!"

** These killers did not expect to have a chance to meet Han Qingyi.

Whoever Han Qingyi was, he would never meet people like them easily.

All orders are sent through his mouth, and then issued by the people below, and then executed by the people below.

This time, Young Master Han actually met them?

Maybe, because they did a good job, Young Master Han wanted to reward them?

These people all think so in their hearts.

Therefore, when they went from the secret passage to the Kuoda study on the second floor of the Korean-style villa, standing on the expensive mahogany floor and looking at the elegant figure standing in front of the window with their hands behind their backs, they were all very excited.

To them, Han Qingyi was also a high-ranking figure.

In fact, they haven't met Han Qingyi yet.

And such a legendary and remarkable young man became famous, possessed incomparable power, and could turn his hands into clouds and hands into rain. His identity, his family background, his ruthlessness, and the forces of darkness...are all of them. Can't hope.

When Han Qingyi turned his head, these killers all gasped slightly in their hearts—this noble young man with a tall body was indeed as rumored, more elegant than a woman, infinitely more beautiful, and infinitely more beautiful times!

They had only seen such a beautiful man in their life.

Tall and tall, elegant as jade, elegant and elegant, dressed in white clothes like a natural fit - there is no one who is more suitable for white clothes than him, and there is no more elegant and noble temperament than him.

These killers were so shocked that they didn't notice the strong dark aura that permeated Han Qingyi's surroundings.

In the air, the murderous aura was slowly flowing and stirring, as if it would turn into a murderous rope at any moment, strangling and suffocating people.

By the time the killers felt the atmosphere was off, they hadn't realized what was going on.

Perhaps, this is the reason why this young noble son is frightening.

Both beautiful and vicious, like a beautiful cobra.

People can't help but want to worship him, but also fear him.

Just like how they feel now.

So, they still didn't notice anything wrong.

Only the killer who shot Zhang Ming and Ning Tonger with a gun had a strange feeling—the dark and noble son Han Qingyi who had admired his name for a long time, but had never admired him so closely, was dressed in white. Peerless elegance, elegant as jade.

However, for some reason, another girl appeared in his mind.

She has a beautiful and refined face, especially a pair of clear and bright eyes, which are absolutely unparalleled in the world, and people can't forget it after just one look.

When she died in his hands, she was also wearing white silk underwear.

For some reason, the killer suddenly thought of her. Maybe it was because she was too beautiful to be forgotten, or maybe it was because she was wearing white clothes like Han Qingyi.

Or maybe, the two of them have a certain...very similar temperament?

...The killer didn't know why he had such a strange feeling.

Han Qingyi turned around and looked at them coldly.

Those gazes didn't look like they were going to praise them, but carried an indescribable, dark and surging murderous aura.

These killers, who are used to seeing human blood, actually have a feeling of "being suppressed by him and unable to lift their heads" in front of this magnificent and elegant young man.

A terrifying murderous aura, and an unparalleled cruel and dark aura.

"Is the girl you killed the person in the photo?"

He flipped his palms, and suddenly it was a single photo.

In the photo, it was a slender girl with her long black hair tied into two braids, sitting on a swing.

I saw that girl's face was petite and fair, her appearance was incomparably beautiful, her big eyes were clear and pure, shining brightly, as if she had collected many little stars in them.

In the photo, she is holding two thick hemp ropes wrapped with green vines on the swing with her slender hands, smiling like a flower at the camera and the people taking pictures, and is extremely happy.

This, this girl...

Isn't it the girl who was shot and silenced by him?

The killer was dumbfounded for a moment, he didn't expect Young Master Han to have a photo of this girl in his hand.

There was a strong feeling of uneasiness in his heart. Although he didn't know what the relationship between this girl and Han Shao was, he had already noticed that something was wrong.

The other killer was stupid, didn't see anything wrong, and didn't think about why the honorable Young Master Han had a photo of the girl shot dead by them, and nodded: "Yes, we saw her with that prey , so we silenced her together."

Han Qingyi's slender, jade-like hand was clenched suddenly, and veins throbbed faintly in his temples.

However, he didn't get angry, but asked them calmly and coldly: "Are you sure?"

Lan Ning, who was standing by the side, also felt as if he had stopped breathing suddenly, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

The killer was still stupid, and kept nodding, thinking that Han Qingyi was going to reward him: "Sure, if we take the shot, how could there be any survivors?"

Han Qingyi suddenly choked for breath.

He backed up several steps in a row, and Lan Ning saw it with his own eyes—Han Shao's legs were so weak!

Such a perfect, such an excellent, such a powerful, such an amazing Young Master Han.

He, unexpectedly, his legs are weak!

He stopped by leaning on the window sill!

If there was no support, Lan Ning thought that Young Master Han might have fallen directly in an instant.

At this time, even if the killer didn't have a brain, he would still find that something was wrong.

Han Qingyi grasped the window sill with one hand, and tightly grasped the photo with the other. Because of too much force, his slender fingers were protruding with blue veins, and his knuckles were turning white.

The photo was pinched by him, almost crumpled.

He raised his head, Xiuya's beautiful eyes turned red.

"You say it again."

Even if these killers are idiots, they can see the problem.

For a moment, no one dared to answer.

"I'm asking you!" Han Qingyi yelled sharply, the veins on his forehead throbbed suddenly, and his eyes turned red, "Did you kill her!"

The stupid killer was too scared to speak.

Seeing this scene, the killer who shot Zhang Ming and Ning Tong'er understood in his heart—he seemed to have made a huge mistake!

He must have killed someone who shouldn't have been killed.

That girl whose temperament is very similar to Young Master Han, I am afraid that she really has a great relationship with Young Master Han, maybe she is a very close person...

However, at that time, no one thought of it.

Who would have thought?

No one can think of things in this world in advance.

He bit the bullet and stood up: "Yes."

"I killed it," he said.

Han Qingyi looked at him with red eyes: "You?"

"It's me..." The killer hesitated. He didn't know why. He was such a murderous killer, but in front of the powerful and beautiful Han Qingyi, he actually had a feeling of difficulty breathing, especially when Han Qingyi was using an extremely terrifying Looking at him, he felt even more like his throat was strangled by an invisible hand.

"but……"

He didn't continue, because Han Qingyi sneered.

"Okay, very good..."

He smiled and said in a low voice: "My man, kill her..."

"Kill the person I love..."