Doting on the Masked Wife

"I didn't kill you..." The domineering President Murong was helpless.

"Then you don't promise me."

"small thing……"

"If you don't agree, I won't marry you!"

Murong Lie really wanted to break the necks of those two instigators, as well as that old fellow Earl Edson!

but……

"Tell me, whether to go to England or not, the Earl is very ill!"

...after a long minute.

"it is good……"

Murong Lie reluctantly spat out these two words from his thin lips.

What is Fenghuo Opera Princes?

His current sacrifice is not much worse than that!

It's all those two cunning guys pretending to be pitiful, damn it...

Murong Lie clenched his fists tightly, but when he saw the smile on this beautiful face in front of him, his heart softened suddenly.

No matter how hard your heart is, no matter how angry you are, they all melt for her. Seeing her smile is more worth it than anything else.

Holding her in his arms, while enjoying the sweetness of holding her, he suddenly felt very depressed: Will he be pinched by her for the rest of his life like this, eaten so hard that he can't even turn over?

**On the other side, Han's Villa.

In the bathroom whose overall tone is pure white, there are white bubbles and water splashes constantly rolling in the huge bathtub. You can see a piece of black and soft hair floating on the water surface with the water flow, but you can’t see the water. the people below.

The bathroom is so quiet, only the sound of bubbles in the bathtub with massage function: gurgling, gurgling.

Suddenly, with a "crash", the figure submerged in the water rushed out of the water, panting and raised his head.

The jet-black hair was flung into a parabola with crystal clear water droplets. The man raised his head, closed his eyes, and wiped the water droplets on his face with his hand.

The water droplets were crystal clear, but his hands were as clean, elegant and perfect as if carved from white jade.

However, on his arm, there was a long scar, like a wound cut by a knife blade.

Han Qingyi rested his hands on both sides of the pure white jade bathtub, closed his eyes, transparent drops of water fell from his long eyelashes, as lonely and fragile as tears.

He didn't open his eyes, or make any other movements.

However, in the air that seemed to be still, before his eyes, it seemed as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button, and the scenes quickly slid past one scene after another:

She covered her chest with her clothes, crying and stretched out her other hand to grab the corner of his clothes.

"Brother Qingyi..."

She cried and called him.

... After the fireworks that suddenly bloomed, there were several big characters lined up in a row, shining brightly and dazzingly: Tong'er marry me.

... The little girl slid down from the chair, knelt and sat beside him, shedding tears continuously, and the tears fell on the back of his hands and on his face.

She cried and said, "It's Tong'er who is not good, and brother Qingyi got hurt."

... She bit her lips tightly, and let him untie her clothes, but she said with tears: "Brother Qingyi, is it because Tonger is not good?"

……she says……

……she says……

...she laughs...

One picture after another was all about her.

All her!

She is smiling, she is crying, she is naughty, and she is acting like a baby.

She is innocent, she loves to cry, and she needs protection.

It's all her.

It's all her, it's all her!

It's all her, it's all her... She has become someone else's, her!

Han Qingyi still had his eyes closed, but a sound like a beast being injured suddenly came out of his throat, his hands gripping the sides of the bath suddenly tightened, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged!

Suddenly, he let go of his hand, closed his eyes and sank into the bottom of the bath again.

This time, he was inside longer, longer...

Perhaps, only this almost suffocating pain can make the pain in my heart a little better.

**In the afternoon of the second day, Han Qingyi sat in the hall of Ning's family with a well-groomed, white clothes like snow, and a face like jade, as if nothing had happened.

The reason why he came here was because Ning Ruhai asked him to come here.

Ning Ruhai couldn't speak on the phone, but when Han Qingyi came to the Ning's house, he understood everything - there were already more than a dozen boxes in the hall.

Some boxes contain antiques from the Han Dynasty, some contain gorgeous dresses and wedding dresses, and some contain all kinds of very tacky jewelry that can drive women crazy...

Han Qingyi didn't look carefully, but just glanced at it slightly, and then there was a sneer in that Xiuya's eyes.

"Why bother? Wouldn't it be much easier to just take out a passbook or the shares of the Murong Group?"

Ning Ruhai looks very elegant. Although he is in his early fifties, he is a personable and scholarly demeanor. At first glance, he is the type who is full of poetry and books, which makes people admire him.

At this moment, he looked at Han Qingyi cautiously, and lowered his voice several times: "Qingyi, look at these... Shall I let them go back?"

Han Qingyi smiled slightly, turned to Ning Ruhai and said with a smile: "Uncle Ning, why did you want to return it so well? These... are just the kindness of your son-in-law to honor you."

The more he said that, the more embarrassing Ning Ruhai's face was about to sweat.

"Qingyi...my nephew...look at this..."

He really didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh, "Oh, it's all my fault for spoiling Tonger, I'm sorry for spoiling you!"

Han Qingyi was still smiling: "Uncle, what are you talking about? The relationship between a man and a woman is something that can't be forced. The so-called marriage is destined. Tong'er loves him, and he also loves Tong'er. What's the matter?" Is it bad? How should I put it, the president of the Murong Group won't make Tong'er suffer in the future."

Ning Ruhai suddenly felt uncertain about the thoughts of this virtuous nephew with a gentle and elegant smile, and he hesitated even more.

My hands are shaking a little.

"Qingyi, don't blame Tong'er, if you want to blame it, blame me for not disciplining her well..."

"Uncle, Tong'er is very nice, smart, well-behaved and sensible, if she is not so nice, how can there be so many people like her?"

Ning Ruhai was startled suddenly.

"But you can relax. Tong'er grew up in front of me. How can I just ignore her life-long event?"

I don't know why, the more gentle, calm, and warm as jade that Han Qingyi smiles, the more chills Ning Ruhai gets down his spine.

His face turned slightly pale.

"Qingyi..."

"Uncle, don't worry, I have always loved Tong'er, and I hope she has a good home more than anyone else."

However, her destination is not me.

The scar on Han Qingyi's arm seemed to be in pain at this moment, but the white sleeves covered everything, and there was nothing unusual on his face.

"As long as she can be happy, I'm happier than anyone else."

He smiled slightly.

"I... I'm sorry on behalf of that girl Tong'er." Ning Ruhai looked at him guiltily, "If you are really willing to forgive him, then it will be fine."

Han Qingyi stood there with his hands behind his back, his face was like jade, and he was a noble young man.

He smiled slightly at the nervous Ning Ruhai.

Of course, why didn't I forgive her?

Of course, of course...forgive her!

Because it was Murong Lie who made her betray me and snatched her away.

Murong Lie.

**Murong Lie did not expect that the person sent by the Ning family to discuss the marriage was actually Han Qingyi.

Han Qingyi sat there, looking stable and extremely noble, but Murong Lie saw him as if he saw a poisonous snake.

He was condensing his face, frowning and saying nothing, when Ning Tonger heard that someone was coming to the house, he immediately ran down from the second floor.

She was originally happy, galloping down like a cheerful butterfly, but when she saw that the person sitting there was actually Han Qingyi, her steps slowed down, and she stopped on the spiral staircase, her face paled. He showed a timid expression.

Seeing her expression, Han Qingyi felt as if countless knives were twisting in his heart, but he didn't show any clues on his face, he just smiled slightly: "I'm about to get married, and it's not easy to walk like this with such a childish temper. Don’t be afraid to make people laugh.”

Ning Tong'er looked at him carefully, and felt that his expression was so gentle, that the nightmare-like experience seemed to have never happened, and it seemed that he forcibly took off her clothes and almost raped her had never happened.

The gentle smile so familiar was her former brother Qingyi, the brother Qingyi she knew.

All of that was really just a nightmare.

She leaned on the armrest hesitantly and looked at him timidly.

Han Qingyi smiled slightly again: "What? I'm going to be a bride, so I'm going to share with Brother Qingyi?"

When Murong Lie heard this, the boss was very upset.

"She's my wife, and she won't have sex with you." With a cold snort, he stretched out his hand to the slender figure standing gracefully on the stairs, "Wife, come here."

Han Qingyi didn't get angry, he seemed to have become the perfect and noble young man again.

"Tong'er, come here." He said softly.

Ning Tong'er looked at Murong Lie's outstretched hand, and then at Han Qingyi who was looking at her tenderly. His eyes were clear and gentle. These eyes had accompanied her for more than ten years...and she broke his heart!

She hesitated for a moment, then flew down the stairs, like a butterfly, with her skirt fluttering, and ran to Han Qingyi.

Murong Lie's outstretched hand was empty, and his expression froze.

The handsome face became very dark and dark.

He really wanted to beat someone - Han Qingyi of course!

As long as there is him, Ning Tong'er will lean towards him, and don't pay attention to him as a real husband, is there a mistake!

Not to mention that he didn't know how much blood was on his hands.

Murong Lie didn't know that there was a reason why Ning Tong'er chose Han Qingyi.

She was ashamed of Han Qingyi.

It was because Han Qingyi was so kind to her, all kinds of unconditional pampering, she knew that she had let him down.

However, things like love really cannot be controlled by others, nor can they be controlled by oneself.

She was destined to be sorry to brother Qingyi who treated her so well.