Doting on the Masked Wife

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Looking at their backs, Lan Ning was still angry, his hands were itchy, and he wanted to take care of Master Mark. 【 Member login 】

The servant came over and took a brand new white coat. Han Qingyi took it and put it on. The white really suits him best, and the whole person is extremely elegant and elegant, which can be called a graceful tree.

It's just that his face is not very good-looking.

If it wasn't because he saw that something was wrong with Master Mark, he wouldn't have spared such a person who dared to "molest" him. [

Lan Ning turned his head and said angrily, "Young Master Han, don't worry, he will return to England soon and disappear before your eyes... Even if he doesn't disappear automatically, I will make him disappear."

Han Qingyi glanced at him: "What do you know?"

Lan Ning said, "I just found out that the earl in England is no longer able to die."

"Earl Edson is dying." Han Qingyi was a little surprised.

"No, Young Master Han, you think that Earl Edson was already sick, and he was poisoned by this disgraceful person. The poison has been suppressed on his body and has not been released. Now that Murong Lie died, he After being hit so hard, how can I still hold on."

He snorted, and said angrily: "It's cheap, that shameful person. We got rid of Murong Lie. He picked up a ready-made bargain, and now he's going back to grab the earl's seat... But, hum."

He then laughed and said: "Look at his appearance just now. I don't know if he will be able to return to England. Don't be on the way halfway. That's still a problem? Huh, he deserves it."

Han Qingyi didn't speak, but he looked thoughtful.

Lan Ning wanted to skin Master Mark, but of course there was nothing good to say about him, besides, Master Mark was indeed very wrong.

After cursing, he raised his head to see Han Qingyi's puzzled expression in deep thought, and asked curiously, "Young Master Han, what are you thinking?"

What Han Qingyi actually thought was that Master Mark would suddenly have a rabies attack, he must have been stimulated by something, and he usually didn't have the guts to do so.

But I didn't expect that it would have something to do with Earl Edson's critical illness.

This young master Mark has done all kinds of wicked things to Earl Edson, but now it seems...

Everything is hidden.

He shook his head, and he didn't quite understand.

The secrets hidden in Edson Castle are far beyond what people can know.

"nothing."

**

As expected, Master Mark was planning to return to England, and he wanted to say goodbye to Han Qingyi before leaving. [

It was early morning at this time, of course Han Qingyi was still at home and did not go to the hospital.

But Han Qingyi thought it was his fault, the door of the Han family's villa was closed, and the servant only said to Master Mark: "Our young master Han is not here."

It means: if you have the ability, you can climb over the wall again.

This time, Master Mark really didn't climb over the wall. He smiled, touched the deep scar Han Qingyi left on his face with one hand, and brushed the fingertips of the other hand over the flowerbed at the entrance of Han's villa, and picked it off. A white rose.

The roses are delicate and beautiful, with fresh dew on the petals?Master Mark held the white rose and looked back at the balcony on the second floor of Han's villa. Han Qingyi's bedroom curtains were drawn tightly and airtight, and he couldn't see what was going on inside. He knew that Han Qingyi was at home.

"Young Master Han, don't forget me." Master Mark slowly touched the rose petals with one hand, looked at the white roses with blue eyes, and said to himself.

His subordinates followed behind him, they didn't say a word, they were not surprised, and they didn't dare to say too much.

"Let's go." Master Mark finished flirting with the white rose in his hand, and finally turned around and left with his confidants.

In the Han family's villa, Han Qingyi, young master Han, was wearing white silk pajamas, lying on the big bed in the bedroom with his eyes closed and continuing to sleep without even turning over.

Of course, he didn't know that Master Mark was downstairs, but so what.

Apart from Ning Tong'er and his medical experiments, there was nothing worth his attention.

The life and death of Master Mark is not as important as a smile from Ning Tong'er.

If you want to take it to heart, it should be how to take Ning Tonger out to relax this Sunday and give her a surprise.

However, Master Mark, who was on the way to England, and Han Qingyi, who didn't care about Master Mark's fate at all, neither of them thought that such a thing would happen next.

And the main reason for this unexpected was of course Song Ruqiao who they thought was under their control.

Although Song Ruqiao knelt down on one leg for Qi Ruosang and declared his allegiance to Master Mark, everyone knew that it was only on the surface.

Maintaining a cooperative relationship among them is a benefit, as well as Song Ruqiao's mother.

It was true that Master Mark had arrested Song Ruqiao's mother to threaten him, but it wasn't really a threat, so let's treat it as a hostage. Originally, it was true that Song Ruqiao's mother and son wanted to bring down Murong Lie.

However, Master Mark left in a hurry, forgot about this matter, and left something that shouldn't be left behind.

It was a letter about the whereabouts of Song Ruqiao's mother.

Song Ruqiao, nicknamed Song Fox, has been lurking by Murong Lie's side for so long without being discovered by Murong Lie. He has also investigated all the big and small matters of Murong Lie's family, including Qi Ruosang's affairs, but he is like a double-faced Like a spy, someone who received and released news was placed beside Murong Lie, and when he was in the castle, he inquired about the news of the castle, and at the same time, he also bribed someone by the side of Master Mark.

Master Mark left in a hurry, and Song Ruqiao bought the letter paper into his hands. [

Therefore, neither Han Qingyi nor Master Mark thought that now Song Ruqiao knew that her mother was actually long gone.

Although each of them has their own thoughts, there is only a cooperative interest relationship, and there is no question of trust or distrust at all, they are both.

But when Song Ruqiao knew that her mother had been quietly killed by Master Mark, blood still rushed to the top of her head.

He had been fooled for so long, and Master Mark never intended to reunite their mother and son, and even killed her.

Master Mark is not afraid of being exposed. Does Song Ruqiao know that his mother was killed by him?

He definitely wanted to wait until the time was right, for example, after taking Edson Castle and the family into his own pocket, and then get rid of him, so that he wouldn't have to worry about what would be revealed or not.

Song Ruqiao has been fooled by him for long enough.

He did so many things in vain, and made Qi Ruosang hate him so much.

He lied to Murong Lie and the Murong Group.

And the bastard Master Mark lied to him in turn.

His mother is long dead, Mark the bastard.

Of course Song Ruqiao wanted to avenge her mother.

Although in his impression, her appearance is vague, it seems that only a beautiful and angry face impresses him the most, as well as the rattan and whip marks that may fall from time to time, let him There is nothing else but an indelible imprint that will be indelible even after many years.

Even if he wanted to seek revenge on Murong Lie, he almost forgot the cause and effect, what exactly Murong Lie owed him, and in the end, he only remembered the hatred his mother kept repeating and instilling in him, and only remembered that he must Take revenge for this result.

Otherwise, he himself didn't even know what the meaning of the tortured days was to him.

She gave birth to him, maybe she would give birth to this baby with an unknown father, and endured the great shame and hatred, just to use him as a tool for revenge, Song Ruqiao also vaguely thought in her heart.

But, soon, he didn't want to think about it anymore.

He also knew that she brought him nothing but painful memories and scars all over his body, and there was no maternal love.

However, that was his only relative after all.

Now, he doesn't even have this only relative.

Of course he wanted to take revenge, but the blood on the top of his head was boiling, and after he calmed down slowly, he knew that everything was over, and the top priority should be another matter.

**

In a blink of an eye, it was Sunday.

Ning's villa.

On the white princess bed in Ning Tonger's bedroom on the second floor, Ning Tonger closed her eyes, her long black eyelashes fluttering unceasingly, trying to open them several times but failed to wake up.

Her petite and beautiful face was already as pale as snow, showing an extremely nervous expression, as if trapped by a nightmare.

This was the first time she had entered such a dream since she came back from England.

In the dream, she saw a girl who looked exactly like herself, in a gorgeous and extravagant palace room, being pressed down by a handsome and evil man wearing a purple-gold crown, who kept violating and attacking her. .

The man has a strong physique, a tall body, and numerous sword wounds, arrow wounds, and even scars from hidden weapons on his muscular back, but those who attacked him have long since become bones, and He has already ascended to the rank of ninety-five.

But for the girl under him who was constantly violated by him, he was not a respectable [-]-year-old, not a fierce king who made people kneel down and fear to fight in all directions, but a hateful person.

Every time he moves, the girl suffers more.

The rough behavior without any foreplay seems to be punishment, and it seems to be declaring his own sovereignty, declaring that this slender and perfect body belongs to him, and no one can imagine it, including herself. Want to escape from his side.

"Yu'er, tell me that you are mine." For some reason, Ning Tong'er felt familiar with these words, but they were said by that man to an ancient girl who looked exactly like her.

She didn't know why she had such a sense of familiarity, as if she had heard a man say so intimately and cruelly to herself more than once, and also declared his ownership in such a way, saying that she was his ,