Doting on the Masked Wife

Ning Tonger looked at his tall and handsome back and walked towards the direction of the restaurant, imagining his tall figure of over 1.8 meters nine, dressed in serious clothes, busy in the huge kitchen, couldn't help but There was another "puchi" and laughed.

This smile seemed to push away the gloom, and the bright moon stole out from the dark clouds, and the light radiated from her petite face.

Over the past period of time, all kinds of unhappy and heavy things on my heart seemed to be a little easier.

Looking at the back of Murong Lie going away, she bit her lip, lowered her head, and her tense shoulders finally dropped a little.

**Murong Lie can really be regarded as omnipotent.

He can speak at least eight languages, and he has no pressure to communicate with UAE chiefs abroad.

He can assemble a pistol with bare hands within 2 minutes.For those who have never joined the special forces and have received professional military training under the hail of bullets, it is already very good.

He knows how to pick up girls... Well, that doesn't count. In fact, in the past, beauties would come to your door automatically, so he didn't even need to pick up girls.

Talented in a certain aspect...Hey, author, please stop, you are too evil!

He can do magic, Ning Tong'er has already seen it.

He will also quickly memorize the license plate numbers on the passing vehicles and write them down accurately.

And he'll...too much, too much.

So at first Ning Tonger felt that the longer she was with him, the more she felt that she only knew him a little bit, the more she wanted to know him more, and the more she felt attracted to him.

Murong Lie is so good at everything, he is simply a superman - but, he really can't cook!

I thought it would be easy, but...

"..." Frowning and looking at the mess in front of him, he scratched his black hair and cursed.

Because——it's really horrible!

Top pot, burnt in two bites.

These two pots can buy the value of an imported car.

The cream soup is served in a basin. The reason why it is called cream soup is because the white cream flowers can be seen to be filled with cream, but the lumps, black paint, burnt Burnt, almost in a fixed state... If the thick soup has such virtues, western restaurants all over the world will inevitably go bankrupt.

The green broccoli lying on the ground has turned into coke... Hey, President Murong, when you learned gun technology, didn't you learn how to survive in the wild?

Can something like this be eaten?

Or is this the only thing that can be eaten in the wild?

...Murong Lie stared at the black line on his forehead, staring at these miserable battlefields like a tornado sweeping across them for five seconds.

The little thing is still waiting for his candlelight dinner outside.

With a shake of his head, he decided to go all out!

**Ning Tonger sat on the white sofa, she waited obediently and seriously for Murong Lie.

But Murong Lie, who knows everything, also has times when he can't.

I don't know what he was doing in the kitchen. More than an hour has passed, and he still hasn't come out.

Ning Tong'er almost couldn't help but want to go over to see if he had burned the kitchen to ruins, but thinking of his explanation - forget it, give him some face, maybe he is working hard?

With a hint of a snicker, she nestled on the sofa.

The sofa was too soft and comfortable, and she waited so long that she didn't know how long time had passed. Before she knew it, she slowly closed her eyes, knocked her little head against the armrest of the sofa, and fell asleep.

In the dream, she suddenly saw Zhang Ming who was shot several times in the small hotel, and blood flowed from the bullet holes.

He didn't die, he was just lying on the ground bleeding, the bullet holes on his chest and body were bleeding out, but he struggled hard and stretched out his arms towards her, still murmuring anxiously to her: Tell them quickly, You know Han Qingyi, hurry up, or they will kill you.

Ning Tong'er stood there with tears streaming down her face.

Zhang Ming's figure lying on the ground became more and more transparent. Ning Tong'er ran towards him, trying to grab his hand, but saw that her own hand was holding his hand, but it penetrated his hand... His hand has turned into a transparent shadow.

Ning Tong'er covered her mouth, tears kept streaming down, but she saw that he was gradually becoming a transparent shadow, but her bloodshot red eyes still looked at her with unwillingness and regret.

He opened his mouth, and at this moment, his face became transparent, and his voice could not be heard.

However, Ning Tonger saw the shape of his lips.

He is calling her.

He is calling: sister.

Whether she was calling her or treating her as his sister, Ning Tonger couldn't face such a look full of regret and nostalgia. She closed her eyes, tears kept streaming down, and fell on the fire hotel room floor.

Amidst the fireworks, Zhang Ming finally disappeared, as if he had never been in this world.

After a while, she saw another figure on the top of the mountain.

She forgot about other things for a moment, and ran over in surprise, just like when she was a child, every time she saw him, she would stride towards him and shout happily, "Brother Qingyi!"

Standing in the white mist, Han Qingyi turned his back to her, as if he was looking at the mist below the valley, maybe the green forest not far from the top of the mountain.

The breeze gently blew his black hair, and he stood there as tall as a jade, with fluttering white clothes, and his back was as beautiful as a Chinese painting.But this time, in the dream, it was the first time that Ning Tonger saw him not like he had been since she was a child. She smiled slightly, turned her head with clear and gentle eyes, and said to her with a smile, "Tonger."

As soon as he turned his head, in an instant, Ning Tonger saw a huge blood mist suddenly gushing out from behind him. The blood mist rose more than ten feet high, and almost swallowed his people.

In the red blood mist, countless innocent souls stretched out their sharp claws dripping with blood, howling and crying, and rushed towards him, wanting to seek his life.

Some of these innocent souls were torn apart, with their intestines protruding from their bodies and dragging them to the ground.Some leg bones had been broken, and Bai Sensen's leg bones exposed his knees, which was extremely terrifying.Some necks were broken, leaving only a layer of skin connecting the head and body for support.Some of their faces were pitch black, as if they had died from poisoning.

Each of them died in a different manner, but they were all equally terrifying and miserable.

Ning Tong'er was trembling while watching, her whole body was trembling violently.She grabbed the hem of her clothes tightly and wanted to shout, but she couldn't make a sound.

Seeing that the bloody sharp claws of those wronged souls almost touched Han Qingyi's snow-white, spotless clothes, they were about to touch his snow-white skin.

Seeing that Han Qingyi didn't panic at all, he smiled coldly, and his slender and elegant eyes suddenly showed endless terrifying bloodthirsty murderous aura. Terrified, the long bloody fingernails were about to touch him, but they didn't even dare to go any further.

Their death is already so miserable, but they all seemed to feel fear, as if they remembered the pain and struggle when they died, alive and bloody.

Even, some of these souls have begun to want to escape.

However, Han Qingyi would not be afraid of them even after they died, let alone let them go.

From somewhere, Han Qingyi grabbed a long and curved hunting knife. Han Qingyi's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his whole body was full of fierce and cruel aura. Chop down.

In an instant, these miserable souls were all torn apart and turned into pieces one by one.

With unwilling resentment in their hearts, they howled miserably for the last time, turned into a part of the blood mist, and then drifted into the white mist and disappeared...

"Ah..." Ning Tong'er finally let out a scream, but not in a dream, but in reality.

She opened her eyes suddenly, her forehead was already dripping with sweat.

For a moment, she couldn't tell what was reality and what was the abyss of nightmare.

Until she was hugged tightly and tightly by a domineering embrace. This embrace was so warm that it seemed to transmit both heartbeat and body temperature to her.

This embrace was so domineering that he couldn't refuse it, almost as if he was going to embed her in his arms, and he refused to let go for a long time.

Panting, Ning Tong'er slowly stretched out her small hand, and pushed away the embrace bit by bit, only then did her big misty eyes see clearly that the person in front of her was Murong Lie's handsome face.

Murong Lie finally "prepared" the love candlelight dinner, so he came to ask her to go to the restaurant.

As a result, when he walked to the sofa, he saw her slender white feet curled up, stepping on the edge of the sofa, her whole body nestled in the soft sofa, her slender body leaning against the sofa, With her little head resting on the armrest of the sofa, she had already... dozed off.

Murong Lie looked at the little thing depressed, thinking that she would wait for his "masterpiece" with anticipation, after all, it was his first time cooking, but she just didn't show face.

However, when he bent down and wanted to pinch her cheek and wake her up jokingly, he found that her little face was pale and her shoulders were trembling slightly - she was having a nightmare!

Murong Lie watched her beautiful brows frown more and more, he was distressed to wake her up, but when she let out a terrified "ah", she woke up first.

Ning Tonger saw clearly that the person hugging her tightly was Murong Lie, sobbed suddenly, and threw herself into his arms again.

Murong Lie hugged her tightly, and kissed her forehead several times.

"Murong Lie..."

"Little thing, tell me, what do you want your husband to do? He will do whatever you want your husband to do." Murong Lie said to her.