Doting on the Masked Wife

Ning Tonger raised her head in shock when she heard the English words spoken by the Earl, and the doctor at the side rushed over and tried to tear the Earl away: "Count, look clearly, she is the young master's girlfriend. , you see clearly, you have identified the wrong person."

Just as Ning Tong'er was about to speak, she could only hear her body relax, and the strength to hold her tightly disappeared all of a sudden.

With a "boom", the Earl, who was caught off guard, was violently thrown away, and his waist directly hit the desk, and he bounced back before he stopped and did not fall down.

The doctor on the side hurried up to support him: "My lord, are you alright?"

Ning Tonger's heart was still beating wildly. Fortunately, the force that was tightly restraining her finally left, and the strong smell of alcohol also left, and was replaced by a strong arm full of protective desire, tightly embraced her tightly.

Murong Lie hugged Ning Tong'er who was still in shock, and patted her soothingly, but for his father who caused trouble, Murong Lie, who already hated him, was not so good.

His handsome face turned pale, and he glared at the count viciously: "If you dare to mess with my woman, I will kill you."

When he found that Ning Tong'er was not on the bed, not in his arms, he immediately got out of bed to look for her, and then heard a strange noise from the study.

When he heard Ning Tonger's scream, he didn't even think about it, he just rushed in and gave his father a hard blow.

Although half of his blood was flowing in his body, he didn't want to admit it at all, and was even ashamed of it.

He hated Lord Edson.

It was his fault to hate everything he brought to their mother and child!

He does not forgive, absolutely does not forgive.

Unexpectedly, he would dare to touch his own woman?Murong Lie wanted to kill him, his fists were open and clenched tightly, his knuckles were crackling, and he would step forward to strike at any moment.

The Earl slowly stood up straight.

The father and son hadn't seen each other for more than 20 years, and the first meeting started with the son beating Lao Tzu.

However, Murong Lie didn't regret it at all, and Earl Edson didn't seem to take it to heart.

There is a special reason for all his attention to be on one thing.

His noble and arrogant blue eyes didn't even look at his son whom he hadn't seen for more than 20 years, but looked closely at the slender figure who was hugged tightly by his son.

When Murong Lie saw his almost crazy eyes, he immediately became furious.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist: "Damn it!"

Ning Tong'er hugged his arm forcefully, because Murong Lie really wanted to go up and beat up Earl Murong Lie!

And the doctor also stepped forward, pressing down hard on the Earl who was looking crazy, and persuading: "No, no, Lord Earl, you can see clearly, she is the young master's girlfriend, not the one you were waiting for."

Murong Lie, who was in a rage, was stunned for a moment by these words. He looked at the doctor suspiciously, and then at the Earl with hatred and disgust. The handsome face of the Earl turned paler and paler. Down, it really looks like a vampire who hasn't sucked enough blood.

The Earl's chest heaved violently, his crazy eyes fell on Ning Tong'er's pale and beautiful face, slowly, slowly, his eyes dimmed.

He finally saw it.

This girl was not the one he was waiting for.

His shoulders drooped suddenly.

He is so lofty, noble and arrogant.

Even when he was drunk and was given a slap by his son in the chaos, he still maintained his noble status and extraordinary arrogance as an earl.

But at this moment, he is not some earl.

The doctor had never seen him so depressed.

It's like a man who... finally understands something, knows the truth that he has been unwilling to admit and face, and is so depressed that he can't control himself.

Turning his back, he said coldly and slowly in English: "You all go out."

Slowly pushing away the doctor who was supporting him, he said coldly, "Doctor, you go out too."

Thus, Murong Lie, Ning Tong'er and the doctor were driven out of the study by him.

**Murong Lie returned to the bedroom, still furious, and he began to pack his luggage.

Ning Tonger pulled his clothes from behind and asked him in a low voice: "Murong Lie, what's wrong with you?"

Murong Lie said angrily, "Am I still here?"

He turned his head and hugged her tightly: "If I just arrived a little later, I don't know what will happen!"

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth again: "If you dare to mess with my woman, I will not let you go, even if I am the king of heaven, don't talk about this old man!"

The Earl is not an old man, even if he is drunk, he is still like a famous knife out of its sheath.

It's just that Ning Tong'er wouldn't say it out loud, she just snuggled into Murong Lie's arms and comforted him softly: "Murong Lie, don't be angry."

After thinking about it, she sighed and said, "Actually, I was really scared just now, but suddenly, I think I can forgive your father."

She raised her small face and looked at him with big clear eyes: "Do you know why?"

"That person is not my father, we will fly back to China right now!" Murong Lie was about to leave in three minutes, and he didn't want to stay here at all.

Bullying his mother, everyone is dead, and he hasn't repented at all, and he hasn't even visited her at all. What a deserted cemetery.

Now he still dares to touch Ning Tong'er.

That old man is courting death!

Ning Tonger tugged on his sleeve: "Murong Lie?"

Murong Lie was so angry that it was hard to calm down, but seeing Ning Tong'er's limp and pitiful look, he softened his heart slightly after being angry, and calmed down his anger a little.

"Okay, you say."

"Don't you want to know what he said to me the first time he saw me?"

Murong Lie was furious, his handsome face was still livid: "He harassed you, does he need any reason?"

Tonger shook her head.

"Murong Lie, you guessed wrong."

She said slowly: "He said, you came back anyway, you forgive me."

Murong Lie put his arms around her shoulders, but his hands froze immediately after stopping there.

**The night is deep, Edson Castle is quiet, the splendid buildings stand silently in the night, only the outline of a light yellow moon in the distance rises from the dark blue night, exuding silvery white of bright brilliance.

Not far away, at the foot of the mountain where Edson's Castle is located, there is a pile of pure white sea waves rolled up, making the sound of turbulent waves beating the shore, and then receding quickly, then surging up again, repeating itself, never stopping .

In the study room of Castle Edson, the dim yellow light emanating from the Baroque crystal lamp dimly shone on the tall figure behind the desk, casting his shadow on the wall, dragging for a long, long time. long.

In the study, it was very, very quiet.

The figure sitting behind the desk remained motionless.

In the distance, some birds returning home late at night uttered a chirp or two.

Finally, amidst the chirping of birds, the figure was alarmed.

He supported the desk with his hands and stood up.

The tall figure, the shadow cast on the wall became deeper and longer.

He walked slowly to the bookcase, reached out to the innermost row of the cabinet, touched a protrusion with his hand, and pressed it down.

The hidden door in the bookcase was opened, and a delicate interlayer was popped out. He took out a long scroll-like thing from the interlayer, and slowly opened it.

As the scroll unfolded inch by inch, the appearance of the person on the painting was also revealed.

His slender hands held the scroll tightly, his fingers trembling slightly, and his knuckles were white and bulging.

The dim light shone on his handsome and profound face, and those eyes full of arrogance and nobility left only boundless loneliness at this moment.

Lowering his eyes, his jewel-like blue eyes looked deeply at the person in the painting, and slowly said: "I saw a person today."

His thin lips are exactly the same as Murong Lie's, and at this moment when they open and close, they are uttering a very hoarse voice.

"She really looks like you."

"If you had given me a daughter at that time, you would probably look like her now when you grow up."

However, after he said this, he suddenly closed the painting scroll in his hand, making a loud "snap".

He closed his eyes, the veins on his forehead were throbbing violently, and the veins on his hands were also bulging.

"I don't regret it, I never regret it, I never regret it."

He spoke harshly, through gritted teeth.

Opening his eyes suddenly, almost ferocious eyes shot out from his sapphire-like pupils, and he firmly grasped the scroll in his hand.

"Hate me? I know you hate me."

He gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you hate me? Why haven't you come to me for so many years?"

His fingers tightened.

Putting the scroll back into the interlayer, he turned and looked out the window.

There was a strong wind outside the window, blowing over and blowing the curtains, blowing his hair, and the wind was whistling.

The count strode up to the window, grabbed the curtain with all his might, and tore it off.

"Is it you? Murong Yu'er, it's you, isn't it?"

His eyes were already bloodshot, and he yelled out the window sharply: "I know it's you, you hate me, you want me to die, right? Why don't you appear in front of me? Why?"

He kept yelling, his voice was extremely shrill and ferocious.

However, it was so silent all around.

No one answered except for his furious and fierce voice.

Even the whistling wind gradually died down, and gradually, the curtains that were torn to pieces by him became still because there was no wind.

Under the yellow light, it was clear that he was the only tall figure standing alone, full of arrogance and cruelty, but—he was the only one.

He slowly sat back on the chair behind the desk.

Holding his forehead with his hand, his voice seemed indistinct.

"Why, never looking for me..."

He said in a low voice, "I've been waiting for you to come to me for a long time..."