Doting on the Masked Wife

He sucked and kissed Ning Tonger's soft lips repeatedly, her tears flowed down and mixed into the mouths of the two of them, salty, all her tears.

But he doesn't care.

He must have her.

Branding is it?

He can too.

He should have done it long ago!

Damn Murong Lie, damn Murong Lie, he must kill him alive with his own hands!

Take away his lover, he will not forgive this damned man.

With endless resentment and jealousy, Han Qingyi's heart has been twisted.

He kept sucking and kissing Ning Tonger's lips while taking off her clothes.

However, suddenly, his hand stopped and froze there.

Because, Ning Tong'er had stopped struggling.

He slowly let go of her lips, raised eyes full of hatred and jealousy, and looked at her.

Ning Tong'er closed her eyes tightly, she remained motionless, no longer struggled, only tears were flowing unscrupulously, flowing over her snow-white cheeks, and dripping onto the pillow.It's like it's never ending, it's never going to stop.

Han Qingyi's fingers loosened slowly.

He sat astride her body, lowered his eyes to look at her, the graceful shape, the upturned Xiuya eyes flashed waves of frustration and despair.

"Why... don't you struggle anymore?"

Ning Tong'er kept her eyes closed. Although her slender body was shaking constantly, she really didn't struggle.

Obviously, she was extremely scared and desperate, but why did she allow him to do anything wrong to her?

Han Qingyi slammed his fist heavily on the bed sheet, and shouted, "Why?"

Ning Tong'er's slender body trembled, and then opened her eyes.

What a pair of heartbroken and desperate eyes.

There were tears of heartbreak in her clear and pure eyes. She looked at him desperately, and slowly opened her lips that were kissed bright red by him, and her voice seemed to be broken.

"Brother Qingyi, if you must do this, you can forgive Tong'er...I...will not stop you..."

However, when he said such words, tears kept flowing in his eyes, what's the matter? !

Han Qingyi's white teeth were clenched together tightly, and he looked at her sullenly, but his chest was constantly heaving.

Why?He was the one who bullied others, but he seemed to have been hurt even more?

why?

Obviously he was the one who said he wanted to get her, but Ning Tong'er no longer struggled or resisted.He can get her as he wishes, shouldn't it be more troublesome?

Why, his eyes are red because of this?

"Brother Qingyi..." Ning Tonger looked at him with tears streaming down her face. Those innocent eyes, the eyes he had been looking at for 18 years, were more precious than anything else, and crystal tears were constantly flowing down her face. , but she bit her lip and wept word by word, "It's Tonger who is not good, right?"

It was this last sentence that completely broke Han Qingyi's heart.

He tilted his head back in disbelief, and suddenly raised his fingers to cover his eyes.

Uncontrollable tears were streaming down from the corners of his eyes unscrupulously.

His heart was really broken by her.

Lowering his eyes, he suddenly grabbed her slender wrist, and stared at her fiercely with red eyes: "I'm not your brother Qingyi, I've said it before!"

He is not a gentle person, that's all he pretended, pretended!

It's because she likes gentle people that he pretends to be like this.

He is not gentle at all, not kind at all, and not soft-hearted at all.

He was born cold-blooded, born twisted, and born perverted.

Does she still believe that he is a good man?

Brother Qingyi?

He is not!

He had never been meant to be her brother.

He is not rare.

However, staring at her viciously and saying such words heartlessly, his tears kept streaming down his elegant face at the same time.

Ning Tong'er cried until her shoulders were shaking, but she bit her lips hard to prevent herself from crying out.

She didn't know that with her appearance, Han Qingyi looked more like someone had stabbed a knife in his heart.

"Brother Qingyi..."

She is calling him.

A soft, soft, broken, crying voice.

But it seemed to be beating on his heart, with the most terrifying force, enough to destroy the last trace of his dignity.

Han Qingyi rolled over and got off the bed, looked at her coldly, and suddenly slammed his hand on the wall.

His hand was bleeding, but he didn't seem to notice it.

Looking at her coldly, how ruthless and decisive it must be - if he didn't shed tears, it might be more convincing.

"Have you pity me? Have you sympathized with me?"

Han Qingyi said coldly, Ning Tonger, who was lying on the bed crying, shook his head every time he said a word.

no.

However, so far, nothing has been said.

Han Qingyi will never listen to it again.

"Think I'm going to appreciate you?"

He said coldly, then looked at her weeping eyes, raised his head and laughed.

He laughed like he was going crazy...

That noble son who is as elegant as jade.

That noble and elegant noble son.

That noble young man who seems to have stepped out of a painting.

Laughing like crazy.

Ning Tong'er had tears in her eyes, she grabbed the clothes to cover her body, struggled to get up from the bed and wanted to reach out to grab the corners of his clothes.

This same action as before made Han Qingyi suddenly stop laughing wildly.

The gloomy eyes suddenly became extremely hopeless and depressed.

The past, just like the tide rushing up quickly, ebbs and flows, constantly changing scenes, scene after scene, unstoppably flooding into his torn heart.

It was her innocent smile, she raised her little head, and smiled sweetly at him, as if such a smile would only belong to him forever.

It was she who coquettishly grabbed the corner of his clothes and looked at him pitifully, which melted his heart, and would rather do anything for her.

It was she who called him sweetly: "Brother Qingyi, brother Qingyi..."

With this call, time passed so quickly.

18 years!

However, the past never let him go, every memory until now is the cruelest torture for him.

It was she who knelt and sat beside him who broke his leg, her petite face was full of tears, and crystal clear tears fell from her face onto his face and the back of his hand.

It was she who cried and said: It was Tong'er who was misbehaving and brother Qingyi was hurt.

It was she who said that brother Qingyi treated me the best and loved me the most.

Her bright smile once belonged only to him, to him alone.

... Hitomi, Hitomi.

This girl he has loved for 18 years, he loves her to the bottom of his heart, but he has never hated her like he does now!

Really, hate it.

That gentle Han Qingyi was a fake, a disguise.

However, his heart...is true!

He loves her, that's why he lied to her, that's why he pretended.

I just want to protect and love this person for the rest of my life.

However, she chose another man.

The past is full of sweetness and tenderness.

However, all of this can never go back.

Scenes of the past are like steel knives, piercing his heart, making his chest full of breath of blood, and with every breath he takes, this pain will accompany him for the rest of his life.

What is true and what is false?I can't tell the difference anymore.

Only this pain is real.

He avoided her hand.

Looking at her coldly for the last time, he closed his eyes, turned his head suddenly, and ran out the door.

He was really running, as if some poisonous snake and beast were chasing him.

Those innocent eyes seemed to be more fierce than all the scary things, and he couldn't face them.

"Brother Qingyi..." Tong'er looked at Han Qingyi running away, lowered her head, bit her lip and began to cry.

**Han Qingyi drove the car furiously, almost as if he was desperate for his life. He didn't know how many red lights he ran along the way, and he didn't know that his eyes kept streaming down tears.

he does not know.

do not know anything.

How could the invincible, noble and elegant Young Master Han cry so ugly?

Must be hallucination.

However, when the scene in front of him was about to blur, he would raise his hand and wipe his eyes vigorously with the back of his hand, making the already red eyes even more red and swollen.

Repeatedly, when tears blurred his vision, he would raise his hand to wipe the tears.but why?It's as if the tears never dry, never stop flowing, keep flowing.

Along the way, he didn't know how long he shed tears.

It was as if all the tears in this life had been shed for Ning Tong'er.

The tears in this life were obviously only shed for her alone, but she didn't care about them anymore.

She is in love with another man.

She doesn't love him.

I don't know how far I drove along the way. The whizzing car drove onto the expressway with the sound of the wind, and drove for a long, long time.When he stopped, he had reached the top of the mountain via the black asphalt winding road.

The off-white suit trousers and black crocodile leather shoes stepped on the ground on the top of the mountain from the open car door, and he looked up at everything on the top of the mountain almost blankly.

The woods on the top of the mountain and the nearby peaks were green and picturesque, and the wind blew through, and green waves surged up, blowing his hair.

Everything in front of me is so beautiful.

However, he couldn't feel anything.

His world was left with nothing but desolation.

Almost staggering, he stumbled to the rocks on the top of the hill.

Standing on the top of the mountain, the cold wind whistling continuously blows his white skirt and his soft hair, making him look like a person in a painting who is about to fly away from the wind.

Looking up at the white mist under the mountain, and the river that looked like a green ribbon in the distance, he stood there in a daze, standing, standing.

The wind blew, and a string of tears like broken pearls fell on the stones on the ground.

The water droplets hit the blue-black rocks, leaving clear water marks.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly sat down on the stone.

But holding her head, all those fragile sides that cannot be known to the world, and that will not be known to others, are all exposed.

"what……"

"what……"

The continuous yell came from his mouth.

He held his head, raised it, and let out a tragic roar like a wounded lone wolf.

The echoes in the valley resounded with his tragic and sharp voice, rushing from all directions.

His wounded and desperate voices were all around him.

Everywhere... is Ning Tonger's shadow.

Everywhere... was his despair.

Everything, never going back.