Doting on the Masked Wife

When Lan Ning got off the car, what he saw was this scene: Han Qingyi was sitting on a rock, the sound of the wind rushing past the top of the mountain was blowing, lifting his soft black hair and his snow-white hair. The snow-white skirt made him feel like he was about to float up.

Han Qingyi originally had a jade-like face and a jade-like body, but now standing amidst the howling wind, with the white mist of the valley under his feet, he suddenly looked like a fairy who was about to fly in the wind, alive and well It is a character only in the painting.

It's just that this person is now in a daze, dazedly, with a pair of clear and piercing eyes lowered, looking extraordinarily dazed and thin.

Lan Ning suddenly stopped at the intersection on the top of the mountain, and clenched her fists tightly.

He only felt that his chest was tightening up and down—unforgivable!

Absolutely unforgivable!

Never thought of it.

In his mind, young master Han, who was like a god, would be so vulnerable and helpless.

If it was sad that Han Qingyi shed tears when he heard that Ning Tong'er was shot, then he is completely heartbroken now.

Such an amazing Young Master Han was crushed from the inside.

Are they going to destroy Young Master Han?

Lan Ning gritted her teeth, bursts of bloodthirsty murderous aura in her jet-black eyes, as cruel as Han Qingyi.

He couldn't forgive Ning Tong'er and Murong Lie.

Absolutely absolutely unforgivable.

Everyone who is sorry for Young Master Han deserves to die!

Anyone who hurt Young Master Han is unforgivable!

Taking a deep breath, he slowly raised his legs and walked over. He slowly squatted at Han Qingyi's feet, like a domesticated kitten who is particularly docile, innocent, innocent and very dependent on its owner.

Supporting Han Qingyi's leg, Lan Ning, with a supple and innocent expression on his face, opened his black eyes wide, raised his head and called softly to him: "Young Master Han."

Han Qingyi didn't seem to realize that Lan Ning had come to him, until Lan Ning called him, then he raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly.

However, those eyes were dazed and helpless, not at all like the gentleness pretended in the past, nor the sharp and cold murderous look of the real young master Han.

What about his aura?

What about his murderous intent?

Lan Ning's Adam's apple rolled for a while, his shoulders trembled, and his eyes turned red all of a sudden: "Young Master Han, don't do this."

Han Qingyi still just looked at him blankly.

The great pain seemed to crush his heart in an instant, destroying that noble Han Qingyi.

"Young Master Han, don't be like this. What's the big deal? What's the big deal?" Lan Ning gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "I'm sorry for your man, I will help you kill him, as long as you want, I can Do it." Lan Ning looked at him with innocent eyes, but was full of murderous intent, and said vicious words in an innocent tone, "Tell me, do you want Murong Lie to die slowly and painfully, or die a particularly miserable death? , looks so ugly...I can do it, as long as you tell me, I can definitely do it!"

However, Han Qingyi didn't say anything.

Sitting on the rock, he didn't move, just lowered his eyes.

Maybe, he doesn't speak, just because he has finished all he has to say, but he wants the person who listens to him to stop listening to him.

She already, will only listen to another man.

So, he didn't want to talk anymore.

Anyway, no one will care.

In the distance, the mountain wind blew over in waves, blowing the hair of Han Qingyi and Lan Ning. One of them sat motionless on the rock, while the other crouched at his feet, looking at him reverently, but the two of them No more words.

"Hehe, what is it called in Chinese...it's really...the love between master and servant is so enviable!"

Suddenly, a joking voice sounded from not far away. The voice was half-baked and had an uneven tone, and one could tell it was a foreigner speaking Chinese.

Han Qingyi was startled and at a loss.

However, when he heard the voice of an outsider entering "his territory", his clear eyes immediately became turbulent, and his eyes suddenly changed.

He stood up coldly and looked in the direction of the person coldly.

"Who?!"

His long eyelashes covered his eyes which were as clear as black jade, and his cold eyes showed an extraordinary taste, which was too good-looking.

At the place where the man was talking, it turned out that at some point, after Han Qingyi and Lan Ning, another black Mercedes came.

The young man holding the handle and opening the car door was wearing a black suit and black leather gloves. He had black hair and black eyes, but he looked like a foreigner.

Both Han Qingyi and Lan Ning knew this person, and he was the special envoy sent by the earl's son who climbed over the wall and entered Han's villa last time.

At this time, he looked at the people who got out of the car respectfully.

This person had a smile on his face, but he was the one who spoke to Han Qingyi just now.

I saw him wearing a beige velvet suit and a pair of brown leather boots on his feet. He looked noble and uncommon. He had a face carved with a fine scalpel and his skin was extremely white. Reflectively white.

His eyebrows are slightly yellowish, his eyes are blue and blue, his nose is high, and his lips are thin.

It also looks very handsome, but there is an indescribable fickleness and ungratefulness.

And, although he had a playful smile on his face, there was a certain arrogance in his eyes, as if his bones were just so noble, so different—talking to you pariahs , are flattering you.

This kind of tone, the arrogance and nobility that cannot be concealed by such a cover-up, can only be possessed by nobles in the Middle Ages in Europe.

Such a character, who did not know where he came from, actually appeared here?

I don't know if you saw Han Qingyi's extremely fragile and injured appearance just now, maybe you heard him howling like a wounded beast.

If it was someone else, Han Qingyi must have turned his face, because he would not tolerate others seeing this side of himself!

However, after seeing this person's appearance, Han Qingyi did not make a fuss, but slightly frowned the tip of Xiuya's eyebrows.

A trace of suspicion flashed across his eyes, and he looked at this person coldly - because he saw that this person looked very similar to a person.

That was a person he wished to cut into pieces: Murong Lie!

Lan Ning could also see it, his dark eyeballs were rolling, and suddenly he showed a look of enlightenment.

That's right, didn't the "special envoy" who was sent by the earl's son to see Young Master Han instead of honestly asking to see him, that is, the man in the black suit who is opening the door for him now, said...

He suddenly turned his head to look at Han Qingyi: "Young Master Han..."

Han Qingyi said coldly and did not speak.

Of course he had seen it long ago, and guessed it.

This foreign man who said he was envious of Han Qingyi and Lan Ning's deep love between master and servant must be the son of the current Earl Edson as he said.

Han Qingyi watched the man walking towards him with a smile, and just looked at him coldly.

"Young Master Han, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Walking up to Han Qingyi, he smiled and stretched out his hand.

But Han Qingyi didn't move, just looked at him coldly.

Nice meeting?

Fortunately, x is good?

When someone is broken-up and sad, you come here, not to bother him, but also to see the most invisible and most embarrassing side of him.

Lucky to meet, is it courting death!

But the man wasn't even angry, he smiled and retracted his hands, and rubbed his hands wearing brown deerskin gloves, with a raised eyebrow on his handsome face.

Seeing this expression, Han Qingyi gritted his teeth for a while - because this action really reminded him of that damn bastard Murong Lie!

"I think Young Master Han was not mentally prepared for my sudden visit, so he was on guard."

This handsome British man doesn't speak Chinese fluently, but he can still chew his words.

Han Qingyi still didn't speak.

"Actually, Young Master Han, please don't get me wrong. I came this time not for anything else, but for one thing. As for what it is, I think the envoy I sent to visit last time told Young Master Han."

Han Qingyi finally recovered his expression, but raised his eyebrows very coldly, and said coldly, "Oh? Is that the visit that broke in over the wall?"

Lan Ning, who was beside him, let out a giggle that matched his master's "heh".

This handsome British man was not angry either. Judging from his appearance, it seemed that he had already read the information about Han Qingyi, and knew about his temperament.

"I offended Young Master Han, and I feel very uneasy." But looking at him, I really couldn't see where he was "uneasy". He continued, "But I don't know that I want to continue with Young Master Han." How does Han Shao think about this topic?"

Han Qingyi frowned, Xiuya's brows trembled slightly, looked into his eyes coldly, but said something completely out of tune with the current atmosphere: "Your Chinese is pretty good."

This handsome British man froze for a moment, then raised his head and smiled, but I don't know why, he and Murong Lie look very similar, and their temperament is also a bit similar, but if the same movements are performed by Murong Lie, they will be very chic and heroic , but he always gives people a very hypocritical and fake feeling.

Maybe, he really looks too fickle.

"Thank you, Young Master Han, for your compliment. It's an honor." He said with a smile, "It's really what my father meant. I was taught Chinese by a tutor since I was a child."

Han Qingyi was actually not interested in his family affairs at all. If it wasn't for what he proposed, he would turn around and leave.

He lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, the look of drooping eyelashes was indescribably beautiful.For some reason, the handsome British man looked at him with a strange look in his eyes.