Doting on the Masked Wife

Just now he came to the hospital in a gloomy and cold body, and he operated on the patient himself, not as if he came to save the dying, but rather...to vent his anger, to enrich himself for a certain reason, to make himself numb.

can you?

Shao Dong?Are there times when you don't want to face something?

The master shivered suddenly, and suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck—come on!

It's not that he thinks life is too long, his neck is too hard, he wants to test how hard and terrifying Shao Dong's heart is!

He still dared to figure out what Shao Dong was thinking, as long as Shao Dong didn't catch him and threw him into the crocodile pond to feed the crocodiles, he would be very happy.

As for those just now, he was only stupid to think about it, and he can think about the matter of Shao Dong...

The director shivered again, shook his head, touched his cold neck, turned his head and walked away.

As for Han Qingyi, when he walked to the parking lot, he had already changed into an incomparably elegant off-white suit that he had just worn. clip.

Noble and elegant, but also low-key and gentle, it really complements each other with a noble man like him.

Lan Ning, who had already been waiting in his car in the parking lot, was wearing light blue casual clothes and a blue vest. He looked like a student with a slightly tired look on his bookish face.

Of course, it's past two o'clock in the morning.

However, before the sound of Han Qingyi's footsteps could be heard, he didn't even come over at all. As soon as he appeared at the entrance of the parking lot, Lan Ning immediately sat up straight like a hound that could sense his master's whereabouts. There was a bright radiance on his face all of a sudden, he was very energetic, and there was no trace of burnout.

When Han Qingyi got into the car, he started the car - his task now was to send Han Qingyi home.

Han Qingyi sat in the car, slightly closed his eyes, and leaned his head on the back of the chair, as if he had fallen asleep.

Lan Ning looked at him in the rearview mirror, hesitated for a moment, then sighed suddenly, then opened his mouth and said slowly: "Young Master Han, why are you doing this...why?"

Han Qingyi still closed his eyes and did not speak.

Lan Ning said again: "Is it worth it for you to torture yourself like this? Even Miss Tong'er...is she worth it? She's afraid now..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a sharp voice coming from the sky, and flew past his cheek with a "swoosh", and then inserted straight into the window glass, the silvery white tail lightly touched the glass. The ground quivered and swayed, like the wings of a dragonfly flapping in the wind.

Han Qingyi's slender fingers popped out something. He had already opened his eyes at this moment, looking at Lan Ning coldly, his lips, which were as pale as pink jade, opened slightly: "You are so courageous!"

Cold words came out of his elegant lips, he slowly clenched his slender fingers, and gave Lan Ning a cold look: "Next time, I won't let you off so easily."

Then, he exhaled a long breath, slowly closed his eyes, and seemed to fall asleep again.

However, Lan Ning could clearly see: the blue veins on the back of his clenched hands protruded violently on his white skin like jade, and the temples were also faintly throbbing.

Lan Ning really didn't say another word.

Along the way, he was driving the car in silence, and Han Qingyi quietly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Everything is as if the wind is calm and calm.

However, where his face was scratched by the hidden weapon, a bright red blood stain appeared on the white skin like a red line, and the red line gradually expanded, and bright red blood drops slowly fell from the place where the wound opened, one drop, two drops. The drops finally merged into a small bright red stream, which fell on his collar, shoulders, and chest, dyeing his clothes red.

However, from the beginning to the end, he did not raise his hand to wipe the blood from the wound.

He didn't even look at the wound on his face in the rearview mirror.

**When Lan Ning sent Han Qingyi home, an astonishing amount of blood had flowed from the wound on his face.

Standing at the door of Han Qingyi's bedroom, he didn't even raise his hand to wipe his face. Whether he didn't dare to wipe it or didn't want to wipe it, no one else would know.

"Young Master Han, you should rest early."

As he said that, he bowed to Han Qingyi, the bright red blood droplets had solidified and turned dark brown on his fair face, as if someone had drawn a mark on his face with a brush for no reason.

And his clothes were already stained red with blood.

Han Qingyi gave him a cold look, turned around and walked into the bedroom without saying a word, and closed the door.

On the other side, Ning Tong'er opened her eyes, raised her hand and patted the big hand that was badly stretched out on her body: "Murong Lie! You are so annoying!"

"You are not allowed to be annoying," Murong Lie hugged her tightly behind her like a naive child, sticking to her neck, "From now on, I will be your husband, and the one who is annoying is right?" Good wife!"

Ning Tong'er can't stand this guy anymore.

What is it about being even more childish than her?

It turns out that what they said: Men are actually children who can't grow up, it's true.

Looking at him now, he really looks like candy!

"Not yet!"

She said angrily: "I haven't obtained the certificate with you yet, so it's not yet!"

Murong Lie was stunned for a moment, then hugged her tightly, and suddenly turned her over.

"Honey, you can't go back on your word!"

He looked at her nervously, "You agreed to my marriage proposal in front of so many people!"

Seeing his nervous appearance, Ning Tong'er felt a little sweet in her heart, and wanted to play tricks on him.

Who told you to bully me all the time, now it's my turn to bully you, hum!

She made a long delay on purpose "Oh", then rolled her big eyes and said, "Really?"

Murong Lie immediately clenched her waist tightly: "Of course! Do you still want to go back on your word?"

very funny.

Ning Tong'er suppressed her smile, and deliberately pretended to be serious: "But, it's just a verbal agreement, and it has no legal effect..."

Murong Lie was taken aback, and then disappointment was revealed in the deep shady: "Little thing..."

Ning Tong'er couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed hahaha.

Murong Lie knew that she was teasing him, so he immediately closed his arms, lowered his head and bit her lips: "Damn little thing, how dare you molested your husband!"

Ning Tong'er laughed hahaha, while dodging left and right in his arms to avoid his kiss.

"You're stupid, big idiot!"

She giggled: "Whoever made you bother me all the time, just won't marry you, won't marry you, hehehe..."

Murong Lie was amused and annoyed by her mischievousness, turned over and pressed on her body, and kept tickling her: "Will you marry me? Won't you marry me? Huh? Little thing, you still say Ah, you're still teasing my husband!"

Ning Tong'er was tickled by him and couldn't help laughing until she burst into tears, her fair and tender face flushed red.

"Hahaha...Damn it, Murong Lie, let me go..." She dodged left and right, but was pressed firmly under him, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't dodge, this guy was as heavy as a mountain ah. "Let go of me, don't tickle me...ah, don't, hahaha...don't, don't..."

She couldn't breathe from laughing, but Murong Lie couldn't stop tickling her, while threatening her shamelessly: "Tell me, do you still dare to tease your husband?"

"Shameless! Bullying the small..." Before Ning Tong'er could finish her sentence, she couldn't stop laughing at the new wave of attacks, "Don't, don't, fine, fine, I just don't want to tease you... …Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

"Then tell me, will you marry me?"

The shameless villain continues to bully the small with the big.

"You threatened me...ah, hahaha, I promise you, I promise you..." Ning Tong'er's slender body writhed like a small loach. Both of them were naked on the bed. Two loaches.

"That's more or less..." Murong Lie raised his eyebrows, and a wicked smile appeared on his handsome face: "Besides, what did you just say, little thing? What do you mean without legal effect? ​​Do you know what is de facto marriage? You and I are husband and wife!"

He hugged her domineeringly: "You are my woman, except me, who would dare to set your mind on you?"

Ning Tonger managed to pull out a slender arm from his tightly hugged arms, slapped his bronzed chest, and said coquettishly, "You arrogant, are you the only one who is domineering?"

"That's it," Murong Lie admitted without humility, then lowered his head and kissed her vigorously: "Aren't you my woman? Could it be that other than me, who else would dare to set your mind on you?"

Ning Tong'er could only roll her eyes at his hopelessness: Ann, Ann, everyone knows that you are domineering, okay?

However, she decided to make things difficult for him.

"It's fine if you want me to marry you, you have to agree to my conditions."

"Didn't I already agree in front of everyone, why are there still conditions..." Murong Lie muttered, and then glanced at Ning Tong'er with a coquettish look, afraid that the head of the wife's club would immediately nod his head again and again. Pointing to Rou's appearance, "Okay, okay, my husband will agree to everything you say, little thing."

His heart can be dug out for her, no matter how much he pets him, it's too late, so why would he care about a few conditions?

No conditions matter!

Ning Tonger pushed him away a little bit: "You are so heavy!"

Murong Lie raised his eyebrows, turned over and rolled off her slender body, but his hands still hugged her tightly, holding her in his arms as if he was afraid that she would run away.

"Little thing, tell me, what conditions will you have to marry me?"

Ning Tong'er pulled her arm out of his embrace, and poked his chest with a slender finger: "Then, you have to be married to the matchmaker, begging my daddy to marry your daughter to you, if he doesn't agree, you're out of the game! "

Murong Lie grabbed her slender fingers poking, poking, poking on his chest, his deep black eyes became a little dark.