Doting on the Masked Wife

On the way back to Murong Lie's villa, sitting in Murong Lie's black car, Ning Tong'er couldn't help scolding Murong Lie: "You are so narrow-minded."

Murong Lie loves her so much that he is afraid.

All men in the world should have this kind of cognition - if you love a woman, you have to endure her blame for you, no matter it is justified or unreasonable.

So although the big man Murong Lie is very upset that his woman blamed him for other men, but the big man's temper can't be used in front of the woman he loves, so he can only pretend that he doesn't hear it.

This is probably a compulsory homework for all men in the world.

Ning Tong'er touched the cool bracelet on her hand, sighed, and then said: "Brother Qing Yi was almost mad at you, won't you let him?"

Murong Lie couldn't bear it anymore.

"I let him? Why?"

Ning Tong'er glared at him: "It's because of you that you won the love, because you shouldn't be so unmannered."

Murong Lie admits that he has seized love, but he does not admit that he has no grace.

What is demeanor? You are a fool to see your woman shrinking towards other men.

He said angrily, "Should I say sorry to him?"

Ning Tong'er was speechless to his sarcasm, she said unhappily: "Then you shouldn't be angry at him with every sentence?"

She paused for a moment, and then said, "His face turned pale from your anger!"

No matter how much Murong Lie put up with her, he couldn't bear her tone.

Han Qingyi was his rival in love, but she kept talking about Brother Qingyi, and described him in such a tone.

He immediately sneered, and the color on his handsome face became ugly: "Are you distressed?"

When Ning Tonger heard his sarcastic tone, her big eyes widened with anger: "You!"

Murong Lie saw that his wife was so angry that all the grievances and jealousy dissipated, and he wanted to coax her: "Okay, can I stop talking? I don't like you turning towards others!"

"He is not someone else, he is brother Qingyi."

Murong Lie finally couldn't take it anymore.

Brother Qingyi, brother Qingyi...

One day, he will crush that little boy's neck with his own hands!

He didn't want to hear it anymore, but he didn't dare to make her angry, so he had to use his last resort - when she opened her eyes wide and was still angrily going on, he kissed her violently.

Now, her small mouth still had a lot to say to him, and she couldn't say anything.

He can only let him enjoy her sweetness to the fullest.

Ning Tong'er first wanted to push him away, but in the end she slowly put the bracelet around his neck.

While kissing her, Murong Lie thought to himself.

Sure enough, this trick is the simplest and most effective!

He had predicted that this method would be the only effective method every time he and Ning Tong'er quarreled in the future.

Of course, he doesn't mind, and is even very happy!

**In the Han family's villa.

In the spacious study room on the second floor, the heavy velvet curtains were still drawn tightly, not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate.

On the mahogany desk in the study, and in the antique bronze cauldron handed down from the Han Dynasty, there is an elegant fragrance of sandalwood. This fragrance lingers in the study, making every heavy book on the bookshelf seem to start to emit fragrance.

Han Qingyi was dressed in a snow-white long gown, with his head lowered, he was flicking the zither on his knees, and the melodious music flowed out from under his fingertips like a spring.

Lan Ning sat on the mahogany chair next to the bookshelf, listening carefully to Han Shao playing the piano.

His dark eyes looked innocent, and no one could see the viciousness behind him. At this time, he was just an ordinary, good-looking, bookish-looking boy.

At some point, the door of the study was slowly pushed open from the outside.

The person who pushed the door was a young man wearing a navy blue hunting suit, with a thin body and a sturdy and refined aura. At first glance, he was a young man who was similar to a special soldier.

He pushed the door open, but didn't walk in, but let the people behind him walk in first.

This person is of course much higher than his status, or his master.

The hair is golden and dazzling, the blue eyes are as deep as sea water, and the handsome and profound facial features are like Murong Lie's, almost five points similar to each other - this man is of course Murong Lie's life-and-death half-brother.

Wearing a beige suit, this young master Mark walked in with an arrogance and meanness that could not be concealed. As soon as he walked in, he smiled and said, "Good piano, good piano skills."

Han Qingyi stopped the movement of his fingers, and slightly frowned the tip of Xiuya's eyebrows.

Lan Ning immediately stood up, leaning on the mahogany chair, and looked coldly and warily at Master Mark and his confidant behind him—the killer who once climbed over the wall.

This time, it seemed that they used abnormal means to break in again.

To be honest, Han Qingyi hated such people and such things.

Lan Ning knew it without him telling.

As long as Han Shao is unhappy and threatens him, Lan Ning will find a way to get rid of him without his orders.

Master Mark seemed to see the murderous and bloodthirsty aura under Lan Ning's dark and innocent eyes, he raised his hand and waved at him: "My little friend, I have no ill intentions towards you, don't forget that we are standing On the same front."

is it?

Lan Ning sneered.

He doesn't believe it!

Except for Han Qingyi, he didn't believe in anyone, he couldn't trust anyone, and he couldn't rest assured.

As for Han Qingyi, even if he were to die, he would not complain.

Master Mark came uninvited, and stepped into the fragrant mahogany study with his confidant. As soon as he walked in, he couldn't help but praise: "Young Master Han has really good taste."

Han Qingyi raised his eyebrows, and said lightly, "Master Mark, you're being polite."

Master Mark raised his blue eyes and looked around. Lan Ning was very upset by his aloof gaze scanning the surroundings. Lan Ning put his hands in his pockets and was about to explode.

Master Mark looked around, but suddenly laughed again: "You don't even want to open the curtains, but it really fits your Scorpio personality. You like to sit in the dark and watch human nature coldly."

Lan Ning's expression immediately changed, but Han Qingyi was not angry, and just smiled lightly: "Master Mark believes in something that has no scientific basis like constellations? However, you have to investigate the constellations below. Is it also a necessary condition for you to cooperate with me?"

Master Mark didn't feel embarrassed by his sarcastic words, he just pretended not to understand Han Qingyi's words.

"That's not true, but... I'm just very interested in Young Master Han. I really want to know everything about you!"

As soon as these words were said, Han Qingyi's face was cold and indifferent, without any special expression, but Lan Ning couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately walked over, saying coldly: "Master Mark, don't forget that you are standing On whose land, show me some respect!"

Han Qingyi didn't stop Lan Ning's rude words, obviously he was conniving, but just kept silent.

Master Mark laughed at the loyal Lan Ning's attack: "That is, I understand very well. This is a villa built by the Han family after buying thousands of acres of land. But, kid, what do you mean? , if I stand on my land in the UK, can I disrespect?"

Lan Ning was so angry that the lovely Zhengtai's face turned pale. He had already taken out something with his fingers, but was stopped by Han Qingyi.

Han Qingyi lightly interrupted what Lan Ning wanted to do, but he said to Master Mark: "Why does Master Mark always tease a child? He followed me since he was a child and was used to being taught by me, so he doesn't know much about it." This kind of humorous way... but I don't know what is the purpose of Master Mark's visit this time?"

Master Mark walked to the mahogany desk, and intentionally or unintentionally pressed his slender fingertips on the piano on Han Qingyi's lap.

"That group of people has gone to the UK, and it's time for me to go back."

His fingertips waved the strings and made a "ding" sound.

He stopped his fingertips, a little smile appeared on his handsome but mean and ignorant face.

"Thinking about parting with Young Master Han, I feel very depressed, so I came here to bid farewell to Young Master Han."

As soon as these words were said, Lan Ning's face was not to mention how ugly it was.

If it wasn't for Han Qingyi who would stop him, he might as well have wanted to chop up Master Mark!

Han Qingyi didn't say any polite words, but said indifferently: "According to our plan, shouldn't we be able to meet again soon?"

Master Mark raised his hand from the strings and placed it on Han Qingyi's arm: "But, I miss you so much before I leave!"

His confidant was standing by the door, which was a good position where he could advance and retreat, and protect Master Mark.Moreover, his face didn't change at all because of Master Mark's outrageous words, probably because he knew the problem of Master Mark very well, so he didn't think it was strange.

But Lan Ning couldn't bear it.

Young Master Han is a god in his heart!

What the hell is this damned Master Mark, who dares to "touch" his noble Young Master Han with his hands.

And what is that called? !

Is that what a man is saying to another man?

It's just perverted.

Compared with the "problem" that Master Mark likes to kill and tortures, Lan Ning finds it even more unbearable for this matter that touched Young Master Han.

He just felt goosebumps all over his body, and his lovely Zhengtai's face turned blue.

Han Qingyi didn't have any special reaction, but said indifferently: "Master Mark, it's time for you to leave for England."

Master Mark's fingertips were still resting on Han Qingyi's white sleeves, his pair of blue eyes only looked at his face as white as jade, and then the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a hint of a smile: "I really miss you and me Let's go back together..."

This sentence can not be finished.

Because, it didn't know where it came from, and even Master Mark who was standing next to him didn't see how it was done. Han Qingyi's white and elegant hands were still on the piano, probably because of a finger movement. But Master Mark has already been tricked.