Doting on the Masked Wife

Where am I going?

Ning Tonger asked herself, but the answer was that she didn't know.

Me, where is this?

The answer is still no idea.

I……

I... who am I?

Suddenly, this question came to mind.

Then, in a daze, she realized that she couldn't remember.

I clearly remember, how could I not know who I am?

However, when it came to his mouth, he couldn't say his own name.

The road in front of me is boundless, as if it will never end, but for some reason, I must follow these figures that I can't see clearly, and walk along together.

Unknowingly, he walked through a place like a city gate in a daze, and when he entered the city gate, there was another bridge in the fog.

The figures beside them who couldn't see their faces gradually slowed down and slowly formed a long line.

Ning Tong'er didn't know why at all, but she also joined the queue involuntarily.

The long line began to move forward slowly. On the bridgehead, someone was there, giving them something one by one.

what is that?

Ning Tong'er was confused, but she followed the team and walked in that direction.

There, the place where things were handed out... getting closer, getting closer...

Suddenly, a voice rang loudly in her ear.

"Hitomi!"

She was startled suddenly.

"Hitomi!"

The voice became louder, calling faintly and hurriedly.

"Tong'er, Tong'er!"

The voice gradually filled with anxiety, as if calling out with great urgency.

Ning Tonger froze for a moment as she moved forward with the team, she subconsciously looked around.

That is, call me?

Her blank eyes were full of doubts.

"Tonger! Tonger! Tonger!"

This voice, with indescribable dominance and anxiety, called out more and more hoarsely.

Are you calling me?

Is my name Hitomi?

Yes, her dazed eyes slowly became clear...

I am, I am Tonger.

Ning Tonger.

But why am I here?

She looked around blankly, there was such a thick fog, so many figures, but where was it?How did you come here?

"Tonger, Tonger!" The voice was domineering and anxious, "Don't die, I won't let you die, do you hear me? I won't let you die! If you dare to die, I'll turn hell over and over again and snatch you away!" return!"

Take you back!

Suddenly, a pair of bewitching and magnificent eyes that were as red as blood seemed to appear in front of her eyes, looking at her with incomparable domineering and anger.Ning Tong'er slowly stopped in her tracks, her clear eyes seemed both sad and happy.

Murong Lie, is the figure of Murong Lie.

She remembered.

She is Ning Tong'er.

The person who called her was Murong Lie.

"You are not allowed to die! I will not allow you to die! Did you hear me!"

That domineering voice sounded again, and Ning Tong'er smiled wryly.

how?is she dead

Not even allowing her to die, she is indeed the most domineering and unreasonable guy...

There was a wry smile on the corner of her lips that seemed both sad and happy, but her footsteps had already stopped.

The figures around him kept walking towards the center of the bridge, walking numbly and dazedly, only Ning Tong'er stopped in the mist.

"Ning Tong'er, oops, I made a mistake, why did you come here..."

A shrill voice sounded behind her, and Ning Tonger, who was standing still, suddenly turned around...

**Private exclusive hospital of Morris Group.

At the corner of the hospital corridor was a tall bougainvillea in a pot, with green leaves, red flowers, white flowers, and bright red flowers in three colors, gathered in the flower pot, blooming so colorfully and lively.

However, a beautiful finger painted in bright red Dankou stretched out, grabbed the green leaf fiercely, pulled it, and threw it onto the extremely beautifully textured white marble floor.

Then, he grabbed a handful of red bougainvillea flowers, yanked them down fiercely, crushed them in his hands without mercy, and crushed them into a pinch of light red juice, which stained this beautiful hand red.

Song Ruqiao walked over, looked at Qi Ruosang who was venting his anger by grabbing flowers with a gentle face, and a hint of helplessness appeared in his fox eyes: "What's the use of you venting here? Why don't you go and accompany the president."

Qi Ruosang had already changed into a clean black dress, but his face was still full of frustration.

She withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and her beautiful goose egg face, which was always full of confidence, was extremely gloomy: "Isn't the boss kicking me out when I go in? Why does the boss want to see me now?"

Song Ruqiao sighed: "Then what's the use of venting flowers here? You might as well go back and take a rest."

Qi Ruosang raised his head, frowned and stared at him: "I go back? Will I be able to sleep when I go back?! The little cutie came out of the operating room and has not woken up until now. The boss has been kneeling at the head of her bed and guarding her. She, how can I go back? What am I going to do at this time? "

Song Ruqiao was scolded by her, and she didn't blame her for venting her anger. She just pushed her gold-rimmed glasses and sighed: "Okay, you can wait if you want, but just like me, don't quarrel with the president, his It's sad enough."

Qi Ruosang immediately withdrew his gaze from staring at him, and lowered his head dejectedly again.

...Murong Lie, where is the sadness?

He was literally, going crazy.

Qi Ruosang knew that he cared about Ning Tong'er, knew that he liked Ning Tong'er, but she was shocked by how much he cared and liked her.

At that time, Ning Tong'er was pushed out from the operating room, her face was pale, her eyes were closed tightly, and her eyelashes didn't even blink. Murong Lie... She saw with her own eyes that she was invincible, and she was always such a domineering and conceited big brother. Pale, he staggered and nearly fell down.

Qi Ruosang couldn't believe it at the time—his legs were so weak!

Qi Ruosang had never seen such a side of this man.

Her boss, there will be such a time.

His love for Ning Tong'er is more than liking, it has already exceeded the scope of their imagination.

Until now, he has been kneeling at the head of Ning Tong'er's bed, not letting anyone in, not even her.

He wanted to guard Ning Tong'er until she woke up.

Qi Ruosang looked in the direction of the ward, his eyes became moist again.

She quickly lowered her head so that Song Ruqiao, an old fox who was always against her, would not see her.

Song Ruqiao obviously saw it, but he turned his eyes away, pretending he didn't know anything, didn't see anything, turned around and sat down on the luxurious leather sofa in the corridor.

**And at this moment in the ward, Murong Lie, as Qi Ruosang knew, knelt on the head of the white bed with his tall body, gently stroking Ning Tong'er's cheek with his hand.

His neck was cut by the explosion fragments, almost cutting the artery, leaving a lot of blood. It was Song Ruqiao and the doctor who forcibly stopped the bleeding, bandaged him, and transfused him. At this time, white gauze was wrapped around his slender neck, and his body was white. The groom's dress has become blood-stained with blood, dust, and explosion debris, which is unbearable to look at.

It's just that he didn't care at all, and he didn't have time to change it.

All he cared about was the person in front of him.

It's just that she closed her eyes tightly, breathing lightly, and her long eyelashes didn't even tremble, as if she fell asleep and would never wake up again.

If Ning Tonger saw Murong Lie at this time, she would probably be surprised too.

Because this man's appearance at this time is so fragile that it is unbelievable, and it makes people feel distressed.

The slender and rough fingertips gently stroked Ning Tong'er's delicate face, but there seemed to be no blood under the tender skin, as pale as snow.

Her chest still rose and fell slightly, but the beating of her heart seemed so weak.

Murong Lie looked at her, staring at her bewilderedly.

A tear fell from his eyes and dripped onto her skirt.

"Little thing..." He opened his mouth, but his voice was rough and unpleasant, not like the deep and sexy in the past, as if his throat had been cut.

This sound surprised him a little, not for anything else, but for fear of scaring Tong'er—his Tong'er is asleep now, if such an unpleasant sound wakes her up, how good would it be? Woolen cloth?

Oh, no, she should be woken up.

Just wake her up.

Little slob, why do you sleep in broad daylight?

Today is supposed to be our big day, we should go to church for the wedding, why are you asleep?

Little thing, wake up quickly, will you wake up only if your husband wakes you up with such an unpleasant voice?

Don't blame me if you get scared, little one.

Murong Lie pursed his thin lips, but tears first slid down from the corners of his slender eyes and dripped into Ning Tonger's black and soft hair.

"Wake up please?"

he whispered to her.

She didn't answer, and she didn't wake up.

Close her eyes tightly, will she never wake up again?

Murong Lie suddenly held her pale and slender hand tightly, held it up, and touched it with his forehead.

"Wake up, please? Please, little thing, just treat it as me... Please..."

He choked with sobs, touched her tender and pale hand with his forehead, then lowered his head, brought her hand to his lips, and kissed her.

His thin lips were sexy and wicked, as red as blood, while her hands were as pale as snow.

The starkest contrast.

"Today, we should have a wedding."

"From today onwards, you should call me husband."

Still so domineering and conceited, just like his personality, but his choked and hoarse voice revealed all his fragility.

He held her hand tightly, held her hand in his palm, and kept kissing, but the crystal tears could not stop flowing from his dark eyes.

"Is it because my husband made you angry and disgusted, so you want to avoid me and not wake up on purpose?" He choked up and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, don't be angry, Don't ignore me, don't wake up, okay?"

Ning Tonger, who was tightly held by him in the palm of his hand, still closed his eyes tightly, showing no sign of waking up.

Her lips were still pale and bloodless, her small face was as white as snow, her skin was almost transparent, and the tiny blood vessels under the skin could almost be seen.

Murong Lie held her hand, closed his eyes, and kissed her gently.

"You still won't forgive me, will you?" The voice was full of regret.

Murong Lie smiled wryly, and then opened his eyes, looking at her eyes full of love, reluctance and regret.

"That's right, you won't forgive me for what I did to you..."

He lowered his head, "I don't know, I really don't know, what should I do before you forgive me?"

He held her hand, "little thing, tell me, what should I do so that you can forgive me?"

"Hit me, okay? Little thing, can you hit me? Or, you scold me, just like when we first met, I forced you to stay by my side, and you always scolded me as a **** , It’s a pervert, it’s a rogue... You can scold me, can you? You can scold me for anything, I promise you will never threaten you this time, and I won’t let you scold me. You can scold me whatever you want, you can scold me however you like ..."

He seemed to think of something: "You still think this is not enough to make you forgive me for the mistakes I made, so how do you think you can forgive me? I also shot a gun in the chest, okay?"

His expression was very serious, it didn't look like he was joking at all.

"Little thing, can you please answer me? As long as you wake up and tell me, you can forgive me if you do this, and you won't ignore me again. I will do whatever you want. I will ask someone to give you the gun. If you are willing to shoot me It can be anywhere on your body, okay?"

He held her hand and pressed her to his chest.

"A punch in the chest too, okay?"

He said: "As long as it doesn't hit my heart, you can hit it anywhere, as long as you like it."

Before he knew it, crystal tears flowed down his handsome cheeks.

"Not letting you beat my heart is not because I am afraid of death, but because I still want to keep this heart and continue to love you..."

He closed his eyes, endless regret hovering in his heart.

"This heart has always loved you, and it doesn't want to stop loving you."

"Can you? Little thing, you promise me..."

However, Ning Tong'er didn't move at all, not even the slightest twitch of her eyelashes.

There was no expression on her pale, snowy face.

Murong Lie would rather she show an expression of disgust to him now, even if it was an expression of hatred, he would be happy with it.

Just like before, scold him, whatever you want.

Or, hit him, hit him, he let her hit.

As long as she is willing to wake up.

Please, little one, wake up, look at him, look at him.

In a daze, thinking of the days in the hospital, he forcibly kept her by her side.

She pouted her lips and made a face at him: "You scoundrel!"

She pouted her small mouth, pointing, pointing, pointing with her slender fingers, aggrieved: "No..."

She glanced blankly through the surveillance camera, then poked her own cheek, shook her head and walked out of the ward.

Her little face was flushed, and she yelled "Wow".

And when she was held in his arms, she beat his chest angrily and angrily.

Wearing an apron, she walked out of the kitchen with dishes.

With tears streaming down her face, she tightly grasped his hand that was strangling the neck of the Chief Edson Castle, and she said, "Don't kill anyone, you are Murong Lie, not a demon."

Lowering her head, she blushed and said, "I like you too."

……

When he held her cheek and kissed her deeply, her heart beat so fast.

In fact, he is the same.

No one knew—when he kissed her, his heart beat so fast, so fast, like a young boy kissing his sweetheart for the first time.

And, every time.

When he held her in his arms and kissed her.

Blindfolded her eyes and kissed her until she couldn't breathe.

When holding her cheek and kissing deeply...

In fact, every time, every time.

Every time, like the first kiss, heartbeat, heartbeat.

All for her.

Just for her.

This heart has long belonged to this slender girl in front of her, it has always been.

She said to him, "Don't become a murderous demon, you shouldn't be like that."

She said to him: "You are Murong Lie