Doting on the Masked Wife

But he won't be stupid enough to say this, if the little thing says to him, "I have emotional and physical cleanliness, get the hell out of me, I don't care about you!"

Didn't he make every day should not be called the ground is not working?

Murong Lie said to himself: He will be a good husband who is only loyal to her.

He knows he can do it, with [-]% love and care, he can do it.

And... loyalty.

Ning Tong'er was a little sweet in her heart, but also a little disbelieving, she snorted: "Oh, really?"

Murong Lie saw her arrogant little appearance, couldn't help but secretly lowered his head and kissed her snow-white smooth shoulder.

"Of course, I will be the best husband, don't you believe it?"

He raised his eyes and said seriously.

Ning Tong'er snorted again, so she wouldn't tell him how sweet she was!

"Well..." She dragged out her voice, and was a little happy to see him raise his eyebrows, staring at herself with bated breath, "It depends on your future performance, hmph!"

She hasn't told him what the Earl said to herself.

Just wait a while.

Don't let this guy think that you can't wait to marry him, don't be so proud of him!

"Yes, yes, yes, Miss Ning Tong'er is Murong Lie's overlord, queen, Murong Lie will only obey Miss Ning Tong'er from now on!"

Ning Tong'er gave him a contemptuous look at this rhetoric, although he was very pleased with it, he snorted again, expressing his contempt for his smooth tongue!

Murong Lie laughed lowly as he watched, and his suppressed and dark mood gradually relaxed.

She is like the brightest sunshine, always shining into his heart when he is at his darkest and darkest.

Murong Lie really fulfilled his promise to be the best husband.

He first put underwear on Ning Tong'er, then a long-sleeved T-shirt for daily use, and then a sweater on her.

Under his careful and considerate actions, Ning Tong'er was at a loss.

"Murong Lie, Jie is in the hospital."

Murong Lie put the sweater on for her, and then adjusted her collar very gently. The evil CEO instantly became a [-]-percent good husband.

Ning Tong'er looked at him suspiciously, Murong Lie raised his eyes just in time to see her puzzled gaze, his heart moved, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he was about to pounce on him again.

Take off the clothes she just put on again, and throw them on the bed!

His breathing was short, but he just raised his slender fingers, held her delicate and white cheeks, and gently kissed her lips.

"Aren't you unwilling to stay in the hospital? I'll take you back."

**China.

Han's private villa.

The doorbell rang, Lan Ning saw the figure captured by the camera from the monitor, pouted, and asked the guard to let him in.

Lan Ning is wearing a light blue sweater today, with a pair of black-rimmed plain glasses on her face, she doesn't look clumsy at all, but rather cute.

He frowned, pouted his lips, and watched the two men come up the stairs.

The person in front was tall and thin, with blond hair standing out on his handsome face.

Behind him was of course the confidant who was dressed in black and had followed Master Mark for thousands of years.

Lan Ning looked at the large bouquet of flowers held by Master Mark, and frowned even deeper: "Don't tell me, you went out early in the morning to buy flowers again!"

Master Mark smiled, but as usual, the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Lan Ning, you young master Han have no objections yet."

It means that you are also worthy of talking too much.

Lan Ning snorted and rolled his eyes: "Our Young Master Han doesn't care about these flowers. I also threw away all the white roses you transported over in England, let alone these."

Master Mark spread his hands: "It's true, how can these vulgar flowers be worthy of the refreshing and refined Young Master Han?"

He casually threw a large bouquet of lilies in his arms to his confidant behind him, and spread his hands again: "But, can't you find anything worthy of Young Master Han?"

Lan Ning's goosebumps fell all over the ground.

Fuck you, what fresh and refined, this kind of adjective used to describe women should not be used on our strong, cold-blooded, perfect Young Master Han!

Damn yellow-haired gui, I feel disgusted when I see you, dare to hit our young master Han's idea-pervert!

If it wasn't for Young Master Han who wanted to join forces with you, I would have blown you into a pile of flesh and blood.

to die.

Lan Ning's frown deepened, he really didn't have eyes to look at this annoying young master Mark, and the confidant behind him who used to like to rummage through Han's villa, they were really annoying everywhere.

"You just go out and wander around," Lan Ning sarcastically said, "I heard that Murong Lie and his gang are looking for you everywhere and turned Britain upside down. I don't know what you have done. Hmph, you'd better keep going out." Go around, if you meet Murong Lie's people, there will be some of you who will look good to you."

If so, he can be happy.

Both Murong Lie and Master Mark are so annoying, it's better to fight, if the dog bites the dog, he can enjoy the show.

Master Mark frowned at Lan Ning: "Lan Ning, you really care about me."

"But don't worry, my dear brother never dreamed that I am in China, at Han Shao's house, and their people are still looking for me in England." Well, Master Mark put it lightly.

Lan Ning was so angry that his eyes widened.

Bah, who cares about him?Who is relieved.

Shameless, he wished that he would be caught by Murong Lie, goug his eyes, and let him look at my young master Han with that disgusting look!

He rolled his eyes, turned and walked away.

Master Mark looked at Lan Ning's back as he walked away, a twisted sternness flashed in his eyes, then the corners of his mouth curled up, and he walked towards Han Qingyi's study.

This time, his confidant just guarded the door and did not go in.

Obviously, Master Mark is going in to "soak" Young Master Han.

Master Mark entered this mahogany study room that was so spacious that he could run a horse. The antique study room matched Han Qingyi's temperament very well. The antique copper stove on the table was lit with elegant incense, and the white smoke curled up, like a fairyland.

And Han Qingyi's slender and elegant white figure was separated by the heavy white smoke, like a shadow, as if he was not a real person.

Master Mark called out happily: "Young Master Han."

Han Qingyi stood at the window with his back turned to him, without moving.

Master Mark had the cheek to call out again: "Young Master Han."

No matter how much Han Qingyi disliked him, he really became more and more courageous with frustration.

Han Qingyi finally turned around. Wearing a snow-white gown, he really looked like someone from an ancient Chinese painting, extremely beautiful and elegant.

However, at this moment, there was some dangerous emotion surging on his noble and elegant face.

His eyes were dark and bottomless, looking at Master Mark's face, as if he wanted to burn his face through.

Master Mark still smiled cheekily, and walked towards him: "Young Master Han, you know..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Han Qingyi's hand in his white sleeve move for some unknown reason. Master Mark felt a flash in front of his eyes, and a whirling shadow rushed towards him as fast as lightning. I froze for a moment, a sharp pain pierced my cheek, it was a bone-piercing pain.

Master Mark looked back at the thing that had rotated and was nailed to the wall. It was already stained with his blood.

He was still a little dazed, as if he hadn't recovered, he raised his hand and touched the stinging face, then grinned and groaned.

I really saw the bones, and the bright red blood flowed down his hand.

He was not angry, but just asked, "Young Master Han, what's wrong with you?"

Han Qingyi didn't speak, but raised his hand. This time, the sharp weapon came directly towards Master Mark's eyes. Master Mark was startled. Han Qingyi actually wanted to goug his eyes!

Fortunately, he hid quickly, otherwise one eye would have been scrapped.

However, he was not lucky enough to dodge quickly, and then the same sharp weapon spun again and flew over extremely fast, the dragonfly's wing-like tail shone with a cold and snowy light.

Master Mark just escaped the catastrophe of his eyes, but he didn't escape this time, and one leg was cut off directly.

Blood dripped from his trouser legs.

He knelt down on the mahogany floor with one leg in embarrassment, looked at the sharp weapon nailed to the floor, then raised his head, panting, and said in embarrassment: "Young Master Han, what's wrong with you?"

Han Qingyi still didn't answer, and this time he was about to raise his hands again. Master Mark quickly raised his hands: "If you have something to say, say it, if you have something to say, what is it that makes you unhappy?"

Half of his face was stained red with blood, the blood continued to flow down, and the legs of his trousers were all covered with blood, it looked as if someone had splashed a basin of blood, it was terrifying.

The thing cut so deep he could feel the wound go to the bone.

It hurts badly.

Han Qingyi's slender and beautiful fingertips slowly stretched out from his white sleeves, holding a sharp weapon like a dragonfly's wings.

Master Mark immediately felt his hands higher, and knelt on the ground with one leg: "Young Master Han, what's the matter, please speak slowly."

Han Qingyi walked over slowly, suddenly picked up his collar, and punched him in the face: "What did you do to my pupil?"

Then it was punched down again!

Master Mark's face was turned to one side from the beating, and his face, which didn't see any blood, was probably about to swell up.

Han Qingyi looks graceful and elegant, but his attacks are ruthless, heavy and poisonous.

Master Mark quickly raised his hand and grabbed the fist.

"Young Master Han, what's wrong with you?"

Han Qingyi raised his leg and kicked it down hard. Master Mark was almost beaten to death by him.

"What did you do to my pupil?" Han Qingyi's cold voice finally showed anger, and he was about to kick him down again.