Doting on the Masked Wife

At the door of the luxury ward of a Korean-style private hospital, a young man wearing an off-white suit with a dignified demeanor was standing there, frowning slightly, anxiously waiting for the patient inside to come out.

His eyebrows and eyes were slender and upward as if drawn with a brush, his skin was as white as jade, and he seemed to be more beautiful and elegant than a girl.

And this person is Han Qingyi, the young director of the Korean-style private hospital.

Of course, the person he was waiting for was Ning Tong'er who had injured his leg while trying to save a child on the road.

The white door finally opened outwards.

"Brother Qingyi." Sitting in a wheelchair, Ning Tong'er, who was so beautiful and immaculately beautiful, called softly to the anxious Han Qingyi.

Looking at Ning Tong'er who was pushed out in the wheelchair, Han Qingyi's elegant and handsome face was tense.

He was both distressed and angry with her - angry at her for not taking her own life seriously!

Did she simply not know if something happened to her?

If something really happened to her, not only her father, Uncle Ning, who loved his daughter like his life, would not be able to survive, he would, and would...

"Brother Qingyi?" The delicate and soft voice became a little hesitant, and Ning Tong'er looked at Han Qingyi with her mouth flattened.

Seeing that he didn't respond to her voice as usual, and immediately walked over quickly, but stood there frowning, anyone could see that he was angry.

Ning Tong'er slid the wheelchair to come to him, seeing her most respectful and dependent elder brother still had a sullen face and said nothing, she couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

Brother Qing Yi has always been the one who loves her the most, loves her the most, and is obedient to her. He has never shown her such a face before!

She knew she was worrying him.

"Brother Qingyi," the Qingli girl who knew she was wrong stretched out her small hand and grabbed his sleeve, apologizing softly, "Okay, I know I was wrong, don't be angry with me again, okay? ?”

In fact, the moment her limp little hand touched his sleeve, the last trace of anger in Han Qingyi's heart, who wanted to keep a sullen face and maintain the appearance of "you don't know what's wrong, I'm going to teach you a lesson", disappeared. disappeared.

When her delicate and soft voice was almost flattering, and she spoke to herself cautiously like this, she forgot all the big things!

He sighed in his heart: Tong'er, she doesn't know, but she was really sent by heaven to conquer him.

He could dig out his heart and soul for her, but how could he really hold back being angry with her for more than a minute?

Stretching out a hand as white as jade, he gently rubbed her black and supple hair, he bent the corners of his beautiful mouth, and a helpless and doting smile appeared on his handsome and elegant face: "You, Don't do that again next time!"

Ning Tong'er nodded quickly, and raised her finger as a boy scout swearing gesture: "Yeah, I promise!"

Han Qingyi's heart almost melted at that cute look that she was in a hurry to promise. Looking at her snow-white and delicate cheeks and her slightly pouty pink lips, he was a little dazed.

This is the girl he has liked for 18 years...

Until Ning Tong'er, who didn't realize it, stretched out her finger, raised her head pitifully and cutely and said to him: "Brother Qingyi, also, you can't tell my father! Just say that I walked carelessly. ..."