Doting on the Masked Wife

Lan Ning's voice gradually lowered, and his innocent face gradually revealed a malicious color: "Young Master Han, as long as you say a word..."

Han Qingyi stood there coldly, the wind ruffled his hair, and he finally moved his feet.

"go back."

he said coldly.

Then, without looking back, he turned and left first, and got into the car.

Lan Ning froze for a moment, and quickly followed.

Like an arrow flying from the string, the blue sports car quickly left the meadow where Han Qingyi was standing just now, left the foot of the mountain, and left the place where you can see... the fireworks blooming over the garden of Murong Lie's villa.

**It was more than three o'clock in the morning.

The night is very dark, the dark blue night has turned into pitch black, and the stars on the night seem to be brighter, twinkling and twinkling, shining on the sparkling sea, it is a different kind of scenery.

And in the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa, the scenery is even more beautiful and extremely fragrant.

On the crystal ceiling, the scene in the bedroom is reflected, and every detail will be seen clearly, which makes people blush—I can only see the graceful and smooth white veil hanging from the circular ceiling, and I don’t know when it has hung down. On the thick carpet, it swayed gently with the swaying of the antique big bed, creating an ambiguous and fragrant scene.

Across the white Sharman, one could hear the man's low panting and occasional hoarse roaring voice faintly from the bed, and the girl's frail and swaying voice, as if crying in pain or in extreme joy The sound of weeping.

And all these sounds happened on the big white bed.

On the white silk and satin sheets, the brocade and embroidered gorgeous patterns set off the figures of the two people lying on the bed who were entangled fiercely, making them extraordinarily gorgeous and eye-catching.

An extremely tall, handsome man with perfect lines. Under him is a slender and beautiful girl who is being firmly and domineeringly controlled by him, fiercely entangled With, lingering with.

At this time, the lights in the bedroom are only controlled by voice to turn on the warm and gentle warm yellow small lights. Under such ambiguous and warm lights, through the white sandman, you can see that the handsome man has an extremely outstanding appearance: broad shoulders , strong and sexy chest, and six-pack conspicuous abs seem to be an athlete's figure.

At this time, his bronze-colored skin was dripping with crystal beads of sweat due to the intense action, and some of it dripped onto the white embroidered silk and satin sheets. The girl's legs kept moving vigorously, almost savagely attacking wildly, which attracted the slender girl's voice that seemed to be crying.

The girl under him was slender and weak, as if she needed to be held up and cared by both hands, so as not to let her be blown away by the wind.

At this moment, she closed her eyes slightly, her black eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably, and her white teeth were biting her tender pink lips impatiently, as if she could no longer bear the broken sound from her lips.

Her clear and snow-white face has been filled with a touch of pink in passion, and even her arms have become a little pink, and there are pink spots on her soft and snow-white shoulders, perfect and tender chest, and slender neck. The hickey marks all show the intensity and enthusiasm of men towards her.

She stretched out her slender hands, and tremblingly grasped the man's arms propped up on both sides of her body.

"No... no more..."

Her delicate and soft voice seemed to have been broken, trembling slightly, out of tune.

However, the man clasped her slender fingers with his backhand and pressed them domineeringly on the white embroidered bed sheet.

"not enough……"

His hoarse voice is extremely sexy and deep, very charming, and women will turn red in the face when they hear it, and be fascinated by it.

As he spoke, he was extremely domineering, yet tenderly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

While ravaging her tender pink lips, kissing them until they became red and swollen, as delicate and charming as a rose, he accelerated his attack on her.

As a result, she couldn't even make a broken sound.

I can only be forced to dance with him, dance together...

I don't know how long it has passed, it seems that a long, long time has passed.

Finally, the man's strong and tall body turned over from her slender body, but he did not show any signs of fatigue. Instead, he hugged her slender waist tightly, revealing his domineering and possessive appearance.

Under the warm yellow light, the extremely handsome and charming face seemed to have magical powers, full of strong attraction and extreme sexiness.

If he is a devil, he is also the most handsome devil!

What's more, to her, only to her, he is not a devil, he is a man who swore to protect her and pamper her for the rest of his life.

From now on, he is her husband.

is her man.

Thinking of what she said to him with a smile in her eyes at night, the corners of Murong Lie's bright red lips involuntarily lifted slightly, revealing a rather happy smile.

"Tong'er, are you tired so soon?"

The lazy and sexy voice is a little hoarse, but still so charming.

"Well..." I'm ashamed to say, it's all you!

Ning Tong'er opened her eyes slightly, but she was so tired, she just opened them a little, then quickly closed them, lying in his strong arms, in this safe embrace , I don’t even want to move—it’s all you!

She thought to herself, but she didn't even have the strength to speak.

He hugged her extremely domineeringly but tenderly in his arms, then lowered his head and kissed her sweaty forehead tenderly, the corners of his mouth curled up evilly: Tsk, poor boy!

Look how tired she is!

He smiled evilly and looked at her with her eyes still closed, as if she was so tired that she didn't even want to open them. He was extremely in love and extremely proud.

So, he lowered his head and kissed her already delicate and swollen lips several times.

Ning Tong'er turned her head, trying to avoid this guy's "harassment", but she didn't expect that the more she avoided, the more she evaded, and when her skin touched, it aroused the flame that had just been extinguished on his body.

The flames burned blazingly again.

Ning Tong'er opened her eyes suddenly, she was so tired that her eyes widened.

She looked at the man leaning on her again in disbelief, her gentle voice trembling: "Murong Lie, you...you just..."

"Just now." He said without shame.

Ning Tonger wanted to cry but had no tears: "You are crazy..."

Her bones have been torn apart by him!

He still wants to come!

Even if you are indestructible, but I am not!

Her slender hands tried to push him down: "Don't be crazy..."

"Husband is not crazy," Murong Lie lowered his head and kissed her heavily on the lips as punishment, "How dare you say that husband is crazy? You should be punished!"

"Hmm..." Ning Tong'er's finally sober eyes gradually began to become hazy again under his passionate kiss.

"My husband is not crazy, but my husband is happy." At this moment, President Murong is like a naive child, showing off that he has obtained the "treasure" he has dreamed of. Glad to finally have a little thing, from now on, it's justified, you are mine."

Ning Tong'er wanted to laugh again, but was speechless.

Helpless, his tall body was like cast iron, firmly occupying her delicate body.

This domineering guy!

When proposing marriage, she said so many sweet words, but her domineering nature has not changed at all.

Murong Lie triumphantly expressed his complacent and happy mood, and at the same time, without knowing when, his strong and long legs had slyly slid between her legs, and they separated her slender and tender legs silently when her eyes were blurred. legs, "Besides, who made the little thing so beautiful! I can't have enough of you!"

It's just straight-forward.

"What... cunning, it's you... uh..."

Ning Tong'er was flabbergasted and panted, and all her words were blocked by her thin lips.

The ancient rhythm started again, and the white sandman began to sway again, creating a more ambiguous and more fragrant atmosphere...

**Han's Private Hospital.

A slender young man wearing a full white coat, white hat, white mask, and white gloves came out of an operating room. He took off one mask with a little fatigue, and walked out quickly go.

"Young Director, do you want to take a rest before going back?"

The director who walked out of the operating room with him said to him humbly.

Han Qingyi didn't stop, and didn't even turn his head. He just raised his white-gloved hand while walking, and waved it towards the master behind him.

His expression was so indifferent, repelling people thousands of miles away, the director, who was already afraid of him, breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he was just talking politely to Han Qingyi just now, and he wished that this young director who was more beautiful than a girl, but bloodthirsty and murderous, could ignore his words—because everyone knew that young director was in a bad mood It is best to stay as far away from him as possible!

However, the director looked at the back of the slightly tired, but still fast and sharp young director, and couldn't help touching his chin with a puzzled look on his face.

What was he unhappy about?

Why did he come to the hospital in the middle of the night to operate on critically ill patients when he obviously didn't need to perform surgery himself?

If it is said that Shao Dong, who was still studying for a doctor of medicine several years ago, did it to enrich his clinical experience and study the conditions of patients, it is understandable.

Today, apart from the prey in the laboratory, there are very few things that Shao Dong can perform surgery on himself.

Of course, he wouldn't be so stupid as to think that Shao Dong had a sudden whim and wanted to be a good person and do good deeds.