Doting on the Masked Wife

As soon as he raised his head, his gentle gaze towards Ning Tonger suddenly became cold and impolite, and his voice changed from gentle to extremely cold: "As for you, I think our lawyer will look for you!"

"No, brother Qingyi..."

Ning Tong'er, who was in his arms, stretched out her snow-white slender hands and grabbed his arm. She raised her pale face and said to him, enduring the pain and sweating, "It's none of their business. In order to save that child...they have no responsibility..."

When Han Qingyi heard his sweetheart say this, although he still felt distressed and unhappy, he didn't want to say anything more, so he just said "huh" and walked to his car with Ning Tong'er in his arms.

"You, what can I say about you? Uncle Ning said he wanted me to take good care of you, but I just accompanied you to help Uncle choose a birthday present, but it was only a short time to park the car, and something happened to you..."

Although Han Qingyi's man was full of anxiety and tension, he still kept talking about the girl in his arms.

"Well, I know I was wrong, but at that time it was really critical, there was no other way..." Ning Tong'er defended softly.

"That's why you let your leg get hurt?" Han Qingyi held back and didn't say what was in his heart: the hurt is on your body, but the pain is on my heart!

But he didn't say such nasty words, for fear of scaring her.

"Okay, I was wrong..." Ning Tong'er had no choice but to resort to a trick, "Oh, brother Qingyi, stop talking, my leg hurts so much, and when you talk about me, it hurts even more... woo woo woo..."

This shameless trick really worked, Han Qingyi was so scared that he hugged her tightly: "Okay, I won't talk about you anymore, just bear with me for a while, and I'll send you to our Han's private hospital right away, the best doctor will show you your legs !"

As he spoke, he carried her into the car, opened the door, put her on the back seat, fastened her seat belt carefully, and then quickly got into the driver's seat. go.

The onlookers, who were originally watching the excitement, saw that the parties had already left, so they could only discuss and spread out.

"Hey, luckily it's okay..." The driver shook his head, if something happened to such a young and beautiful girl, even though it was not his fault, he would be very sorry!

He was about to get in the car, but when he turned around, he saw that the president was still standing there.

He was taken aback, as if he had just discovered that the distinguished president would join in the fun for the first time—shouldn't the president sit in the car and be indifferent?

"President?" He came a little closer, and tentatively asked the president who seemed to be in deep thought. He only felt that the president was very unusual today!

Only then did Murong Lie look away, that was where Han Qingyi's blue sports car drove away.

He still seemed to be deep in thought, and seemed to be puzzled by something, and there were many indistinct emotions surging in his dark eyes.

"Tong'er? Qingyi?"

He murmured the two names again.

Then, he twitched the corner of his mouth, not as if he was smiling, but as if he was showing ownership coldly.

"Is it Tonger, very good."

Uh?

The driver looked at the inexplicably imposing president in puzzlement, and didn't know what happened just now, but he could feel the strong and powerful desire to dominate emanating from the president.

Is it...?

He suddenly widened his eyes!

will not?

There are always a lot of beauties of all kinds begging for his luck at any time on the CEO's bed. Wouldn't it be like this to fall in love with a girl at first sight, and then stubbornly want to take it for herself?