Doting on the Masked Wife

"Okay, very good..."

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

"Kill the person I love..."

He suddenly raised his head, facing the killer who was already stunned by his words: "Which hand did you use to kill her?"

The killer was completely taken aback.

Things you would never dream of.

That girl turned out to be Young Master Han's...

Should have thought something was wrong, right?

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine to take.

He wanted to say: At that time, the muzzle of the gun was shifted because someone came in, maybe the girl didn't die.

However, under Han Qingyi's terrifying gaze, his tongue seemed to have been frozen, and he could only passively stretch out his right hand.

This feeling is really terrible, completely involuntary, like being hypnotized.

It's like a prey being targeted by a cobra, trying to escape, but the body can't move.

Even, as if being hypnotized, he took the initiative to walk over and send it up to become a delicious meal for the cobra.

Han Qingyi looked at that hand - the hand that killed Ning Tong'er, and laughed wildly.

His eyes were red, and he was laughing like he couldn't breathe.

Killers are scared!

Lan Ning has never seen Han Shao like this before, he is simply crazy.

Going crazy because of Ning Tong'er's death.

He rushed over, trying to stop Han Qingyi.It's not to save this stupid and damned killer, he doesn't regret his death.

He was afraid that Young Master Han would hurt himself with his own hands.

However, his movements were not as fast as Han Qingyi's.

With a bang, the hypnotized assassin, whose legs were trembling but unable to move half a step, collapsed on the expensive mahogany floor.

The bright red blood, like streams of streams, criss-crossed, flowed out, and quickly merged into a large pool of blood.

The color of blood was so thick that it couldn't melt away, and gradually turned into black red.

Like black and red poppies.

However, the killer is not dead.

Han Qingyi stood in front of him coldly and coldly, looking down at him, under the sleeves of the off-white suit, slender hands like jade were tightly clenched, the slender knuckles were white and bulging, and the back of the hand was full of veins , more and more set off the whiteness of the hand like a jade carving, it is unbelievably white.

"I won't let you die so easily."

He said coldly, his face was so cold, and his whole body exuded a strong bloodthirsty aura.

The murderous killers felt extremely depressed and suffocated at this moment, almost unable to breathe.

The strong pressure made them all bow their heads, and an unprecedented sense of fear made their hearts tremble.

The thick smell of blood and bloodthirsty permeated the antique study room, making people nauseous. For a moment, it seemed that it was impossible to tell whether it was a luxurious and beautiful world or a terrifying purgatory.

Han Qingyi exuded such a terrifying aura, but... the only Lan Ning who did not lower his head under his powerful bloodthirsty murderous aura, but looked at him with sad eyes, saw——Han Shao, whom he admired the most In the eyes of Young Master Han who admired and admired the most, it seemed that some crystal clear liquid was slowly flowing down from the corners of his eyes, flowing over his face, which was as elegant as jade, but had become extremely terrifying and ashen.

So, are those... tears?

Such a noble, powerful, and perfect Young Master Han...will also cry, and is it like an ordinary man who has lost his beloved, crying?

Crystal tears flowed down, fell to the ground, mixed into the thick blood, and could no longer be distinguished.

**In the hospital of Murong Group.

An extraordinary handsome man pulled out the needle of the infusion with one hand, and got out of bed angrily: "Today is my wedding day, who asked you to give me the injection?"

Song Ruqiao was the least injured among all the people, only his face was splashed by the debris from the explosion, and his skin was slightly scratched.Others, like Ananda, who was closest to the bomb, had their legs broken.

At this moment, he reached out his hand to stop Murong Lie: "President, the wedding must be rescheduled."

Murong Lie turned his head violently, his eyes were extremely sharp: "Get out of the way!"

How could Song Ruqiao dare to stop Murong Lie at ordinary times, but now that Qi Ruosang went to look for Ning Tong'er and she still hasn't disappeared, how could he let Murong Lie know that Ning Tong'er was missing before she found her?

He did this for Qi Ruosang, even though he was always confronting Qi Ruosang on weekdays, like the enemy who couldn't see each other the most.

Although Qi Ruosang always hated him.

However, it doesn't matter, he didn't want Qi Ruosang to know about these things.

Perhaps, there are some things that Qi Ruosang should never know well.

Because, one day, she will hate him a thousand times, ten thousand times more than now.

Even, hate him...

He likes her, but would rather never let her know.

Because in life, many things are involuntary.

Song Ruqiao took a step back, the furious Murong Lie was like a lion with bristling hair, ready to devour people at any time, no one was not afraid of him, including Song Ruqiao.

But he took a step back, the outstretched arm still stopped Murong Lie: "President, you now..."

Before he finished speaking, Murong Lie grabbed his collar violently and grabbed him fiercely.

"Song Ruqiao," he stared angrily at Song Ruqiao with his dark pupils, gritted his teeth and said word by word, "You are so courageous!"

In private, he would joke with these subordinates.

However, no one dared to defy him when he really showed the majesty of the president.

Song Ruqiao ate the ambition and leopard's guts today!

Song Ruqiao's gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses flashed a slight pain of being unable to breathe because Murong Lie grabbed his collar vigorously, but he still wanted to stop Murong Lie: "President..."

Murong Lie shook him off fiercely, and was about to walk outside in big strides.

At this time, he was like an angry lion.

Before he walked out the door, he saw a slender and enchanting figure running in from the outside like flying, no, it should be said to be barging in.

The person who is in a hurry is Qi Ruosang.

She was wearing a black dress, and her curly hair was clearly traced by the smoke, and her snow-white and glamorous face also had traces of black soot. It looked like she had run out of the scene of the fire.

What made Murong Lie and Song Ruqiao frown even more was her clothes.

She was originally wearing black clothes, but there was a large pool of blood on her chest. After the blood dried, it turned into a dark red close to brown. It was not obvious on the black clothes, but it was quite shocking to look at carefully.

Qi Ruosang flew over and almost bumped into Murong Lie who was about to walk out of the ward, both of them stopped.

Then after she saw clearly that it was Murong Lie, she suddenly burst into tears.

"Boss..." She tightly grasped Murong Lie's hand, her legs fell straight down, and she almost knelt down.

Not out of exhaustion, but out of shame.

"Boss, I'm sorry." Her beautiful apricot eyes were as red as rabbits, and she had obviously cried for a long time on the way back so that her eyes were swollen from crying, "You, go and see my sister-in-law... "

Murong Lie was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly grabbed her hand vigorously: "Tong'er? What's wrong with her?"

"I, I'm sorry for you..." Qi Ruosang kept crying, and said something that made both Murong Lie and Song Ruqiao's face turn pale, "She suffered a serious gunshot wound... I just brought her back , now, now in the operating room for rescue!"

Murong Lie's face turned ashen suddenly.

He clenched his fingers tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand jumped: "What did you say?"

"It's my fault that I didn't take her seriously." Qi Ruosang was so ashamed that he didn't know what to say, tears kept streaming down his face, "She, after she ran out of the villa, she was shot..."

Murong Lie suddenly felt that it was very difficult to breathe, and he couldn't speak a word.

He didn't know how to react, let alone say anything to blame Qi Ruosang, he just pushed Qi Ruosang's hand away, and ran straight out of the ward as if desperate for his life.

Qi Ruosang stood at the door, tears streaming down his face with regret, his eyes were as red as rabbits.

Song Ruqiao saw her like this, behind the gold-rimmed glasses, some unspeakable complex emotions flashed through her eyes.

However, he showed nothing.

There was no expression on his gentle face, he just walked up to Qi Ruosang, pulled out the off-white silk handkerchief that was originally used for decoration from the pocket of the best man's dress, handed it to her, then turned and left up.

Qi Ruosang held the handkerchief in a daze, turned around in a daze, and saw the gentle figure walking a few steps forward, hesitated for a moment, stopped, and turned to her and said, "I'm not going to the surgery yet." Waiting outside? Is crying useful?"

Qi Ruosang has always been used to bickering with him, but at this time, he didn't know whether it was too regretful or what, he didn't reply, and walked towards him unconsciously while holding a handkerchief with red eyes, and followed him Let's go to the operating room together.

**...Where is this place?

Ning Tong'er looked around blankly, but it seemed like she couldn't see clearly, there was fog everywhere.

What are you doing?

Why go forward, and keep going as if involuntarily?

this road……

Ning Tonger looked at her feet in bewilderment, and really wanted to stop, but she didn't know why, she couldn't stop, she just kept walking, walking...

The road in front of me seemed endless, and the white mist covered everything that could be seen in front of me.

There are vague figures in twos and threes, as if there are many people very close, but they can't clearly see the appearance of their faces. They just walk beside Ning Tong'er, either far or near, numbly. It seems that on the road that will never end, keep going forward.

Ning Tong'er didn't know where she was, and she didn't know where she was going if she kept walking like this.