Doting on the Masked Wife

Ning Tong'er opened her eyes wide, she forgot to be sad even though she was very sad.

Did she hear right?

Well……? A romantic night?

Last night, I obviously squeezed into Sister Ruosang's place, and the two of them were still cuddling together to sleep, Sister Ruosang was still like her sister, covering herself with a quilt considerately, but it was warm...

A romantic night, the artist's little lover... When did that happen?

She looked at Qi Ruosang blankly, only to see that Qi Ruosang was very complacent, looking at Song Ruqiao with a showy expression, she understood.

Hey, Sister Ruosang is deliberately angry with Song Ruqiao!

But the key is that Song Ruqiao is so cunning and insidious... Uh, no, a smart person was actually fooled, and his complexion suddenly became ugly. This is more interesting.

"Did you spend the night last night?"

These words were squeezed out of Song Ruqiao's teeth, and his expression was not to mention ugly.

"How? Are you not convinced? You think men are just like you. I haven't seen any woman you have touched in such a long time. Who knows if you are a real man? Xiaoyou, don't you like men? Hey , you just admit it honestly... Hey, my little painter lover is different, she is warm, gentle, considerate, fiery, and..."

Before she finished speaking, Song Ruqiao made a "bang" and, like Murong Lie, placed the tableware heavily on the table and made a loud noise.

Then, he left the restaurant without looking back. His impulsive behavior was completely inconsistent with his usual calm, secretive, and wily image and character.

He was really angry, or really stimulated.

So that the image is gone.

And the instigator who made people go crazy with anger didn't even know how big a misunderstanding she had caused by her lies. She looked at Song Ruqiao's angry back inexplicably, blinked her eyes, and murmured: "What are you doing?" ? Could it be that I really like men, and I became angry from embarrassment when I told the truth..."

"Cough!" Ning Tonger coughed beside her, and Qi Ruosang turned her head: "What do you want to say, cutie?"

Ning Tong'er's small mouth grew and opened again, and in the end she could only kneel down: "Sister Ruosang, can't you really see that Song Ruqiao likes you?!"

She also taught herself how to deal with men, what it means to let a man pursue her from New York to London - Sister Ruosang is actually the real idiot!

Anyone with eyes can tell that Song Ruqiao likes her!

Qi Ruosang's mouth turned into an "O" shape all of a sudden, his eyes widened, he was more surprised than he heard anything.

**Afternoon, on the streets of London.

There was some unusual noise in a black RV, but the black windows blocked people's view of the inside of the car.

A tall and thin man with a handsome face, but thin and well-defined bones made people feel mean and ignorant, wearing an iron-gray suit, sitting in the back seat in a stable manner.

His face was arrogant and contemptuous, as if everyone in the world was a pariah in his eyes, and only he was of noble blood and status.

And the strange voice came from under his seat.

He lowered his eyes coldly and glanced at the seat, without speaking or doing anything.

"Woooooooo..."

A crushing whimper and groaning of struggle grew louder from under his black leather seat.

This time he finally had a hint of expression.

However, she slightly raised her eyebrows and curled her lips: "It's so noisy, teach him a lesson!"

The confidant sitting next to him, the killer with a sturdy and refined air nodded immediately, and he stretched out his hand to pull out a sack under the seat.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

He stood up, but he kicked the struggling sack several times. The person in the sack was still struggling first, and the mouth blocked by the cloth strips could still groan when kicked. The sound of whimpering and crying, when the killer who was born in special forces kicked hard somewhere in the sack, there was a clear sound of broken ribs, the sack stopped struggling, probably fainted from the pain, faintly, Blood seeped out of the sack.

Master Mark's confidant was unmoved, and he kicked the sack back again. He didn't even have the intention of opening the sack to see if this person was kicked to death by him.

Anyway, this boy was randomly caught. When Master Mark finished playing, or he was killed, he was thrown into the sea casually. Master Mark killed him and saved his life, but he just threw it into any old place or alley.

This kind of thing, as many as there are, he will not bother to manage the life and death of a plaything.

Master Mark's expression remained indifferent, his blue eyes looked at the front of the car, and he suddenly said, "Has that person contacted you?"

The confidant replied: "No, but it is estimated that there will be news before tonight."

Master Mark snorted and didn't speak again.

The car was driving steadily and slowly. When it reached the side of a street, Mark suddenly said hastily, "Stop."

The driver obeyed his words and stopped the car, only to see Master Mark push open the door, and walked almost quickly to a flower shop on the side of the street.

Although it is afternoon at this time, London itself is foggy, and the weather at this time is gloomy as if it is about to rain. The sky is covered with dark clouds. I don’t know when it will suddenly rain heavily. The wet and sticky mist filled the streets and alleys, looking cold and damp.

In order to take care of customers, the flower shop also turned on warm yellow lights inside and outside the store, creating a more warm atmosphere for the flower shop.

Master Mark stood at the door of the flower shop, looking at the rows of flowers inserted in the nutrient solution, which were so colorful and charming, but his eyes fell directly on the large bouquet of white roses.

The sharp thorns on the straight green stems of this white rose have not been pruned, with fresh green leaves, which set off the white flowers with a more stern, even murderous beauty.

The proprietress of the flower shop is a chubby little woman with a cute smile.

She was wearing an apron, wiped her chubby hands on the apron, walked out of the door, and said with a smile: "Oh, sir, it's you again, what flowers do you want this time?"

She pointed to the very cute dancing orchids and white lilies: "Look, the newly arrived perfume lilies, and those, are so beautiful."

Master Mark shook his head, picked up the large bouquet of white roses: "No, I want these."

"Ah, sir, you really are a great expert in flowers," the lovely smiling proprietress patted his ass sincerely, "These flowers have just been flown in from a gardener's garden in the Alps, look, even The thorns haven't even had time to be removed!"

Master Mark handed her a large bunch of flowers, ready to let her wrap them up, but accidentally, the rose thorns pricked his fingers with blood.

He raised his hand to lick the blood beads on his fingers, and then handed it to her: "Wrap them all up."

"I'm sorry for hurting your hand." The proprietress took the flowers apologetically, holding the bouquet carefully, "I'll clean up all the thorns for you."

"No," Master Mark refused, "keep all the thorns."

"Keep them all?" The proprietress looked at him in surprise, "Are you sure?"

"Sure," Master Mark touched the delicate white rose with his hand, and was pricked by the thorn again unexpectedly, but a smile appeared on his face instead, which is really strange, "I just like these The thorns of flowers, no, I don't like them anymore."

The proprietress looked at him strangely, then shrugged speechlessly.

It doesn't matter, it's not a big deal, strange guests often come across, let alone such a request.

She also saves trouble.

Compared with the guest not long ago, this gentleman is quite normal.

That handsome young man seemed to be a painter. At that time, he happily bought all the flowers in the flower shop, saying that he would give them to a girlfriend who was in love with him, and she was a beautiful woman from Asia.

Whoops, she was so envious at that time - this handsome painter boy is simply a French comic!Rigorous and boring Britons rarely produce such lovers!

However, all the people in the flower shop were mobilized, and with great difficulty, they just wrapped the flowers and made them into a beautiful heart shape. When they were about to give them to the artist, who knew that after he answered the phone, he was very depressed and said that he was broken in love , the big beauty from a foreign country said that he was going to break up with him, so he said he didn't want the flowers.

Moreover, the money was also given, but the person walked away.

Throwing away so many beautiful flowers paid for.

Thinking of that handsome but sad handsome painter, the proprietress felt that this regular customer was quite an ordinary person!

Of course, if she knew that this "ordinary" regular customer had a boy who was caught somewhere in his RV and was packed in a burlap bag for fun, she would probably bite off her tongue and swallow the thought just now up.

Master Mark returned to the car with a large bouquet of thorny white roses grown under the Alps, but gave it to his confidant.

His confidant was taken aback.

Although the packaging is very beautiful, it can still be seen that even the thorns have not been treated. Besides, what are you going to do for Hua?Don't mean that!

Of course this confidant knows that Master Mark likes to play with boys, but he should be a rabbit who doesn't eat grass by the side of the nest, and has never made up his own mind.

How can it be now...

Master Mark's next sentence interrupted his cranky thoughts.

"Immediately airlift the flowers to China and deliver them to Young Master Han."