Doting on the Masked Wife

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On the beach, there are two people sitting under a parasol. One is a tall, very handsome man. He looks like a business person, and he is full of the air of a leader.

Sitting next to him is a beautiful woman with a very hot body. Although it is not yet spring, it is not cold in this southern city. She is only wearing a thin gauze skirt. The beautiful figure can be seen at a glance. It is enough It's mouth-watering. In the less than half an hour the two of them have been sitting here, several men have slipped past with their dogs. The boy whistled to her several times.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a handsome and stylish successful man sitting beside her, the boys would have come up to strike up a conversation.

"Darling. Why hasn't your driver returned with a drink? He's dying of thirst."

The beauty in the light gauze skirt cast a coquettish wink and poked the handsome man with her slender fingers.

"Hehe. I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you later."

The man's ambiguous words made the beauty pretend to thump him: "I hate it. You are necrotic."

The man grabbed her slender hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed it, which attracted the beauty's soft and shy smile.

However, before her laughter fully landed, she was stunned by the man's next move.

The man let go of her hand, stood up, squinted his eyes, and looked at the two figures walking side by side by the sea from a distance. Then he didn't even look at the beautiful woman who was flirting just now. He raised his leg walked over.

"Darling... hello." The beauty couldn't call him. She shook her hand angrily. The shy expression just now has long since disappeared. It was replaced by the anger of being left out. "Hateful bastard."

She stood up, put up the awning with her hands, and looked towards the sea. She wanted to see what kind of vixen confused the man, but she only saw two people, a man and a woman.

The girl was slender. She was wearing a white coat and a white skirt. There was also a white scarf around her neck. From a distance, she couldn't see what her face looked like. But just because of her elegant demeanor, she was slender. From the moving figure, I knew it must be a little vixen.

As for the tall and tall young man in a white suit beside her, from a distance, he looks like a handsome and elegant man. Hmph, it's a waste to match this vixen.

The beauty was thinking angrily. She sat down and reached out her hand to take out a pack of cigarettes from her bag. She lit one and smoked it.

At this time, the man's driver came back.

He still held two glasses of orange juice in his hand. Cos he assumed the identity of a waiter.

"Miss, the drink you want."

The beauty turned her head and looked at him. She saw that it was a lowly driver. She immediately rolled her eyes.

"Understood. I'm so annoying." She said impatiently. "Pfft" spit out a mouthful of white eye circles. The soft and shy look in front of the man just now has gone to nowhere.

Anyway, the master is not here. I am too lazy to act.

What's more, she was really pissed off. Anyway, she is also a well-known model. She didn't give her face like this. Put her down in front of her. Go to see other women. Hmph, look at that woman. I know it must be a little slut, a vixen.

If it weren't for the sake of his wealth and power, she wouldn't be so useless.

"Puff". The beauty snorted angrily. She took another puff of the smoke ring and at the same time reached out and knocked the soot on the sand.

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"Miss. I didn't expect to meet you here. Do you remember me?"

Tong'er was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a tall figure. She stopped and looked up at this man. She saw that this man was wearing convenient casual clothes but could not conceal the aura of a leader. He had thick eyebrows and deep eyes. He was very handsome. .

I don't know why. It does look familiar.

Tong'er frowned slightly. Trying to recall where she met this person: "Ah. I'm sorry. You are..."

Han Qingyi's complexion fell slightly beside Tong'er. He has a photographic memory. He immediately recognized this tall man with a back like Murong Lie who stopped Tong'er at the airport. Asked her if she still remembered him. man.

Unexpectedly. This guy is lingering. Different location. Asking the same conversation again.

He will never forget. This man once asked Tonger if he still remembered what happened at the gate of Dynasty Hotel. All the memories about Murong Lie had been hypnotized by him. Even if this man didn't mean it, he would still be a big trouble .

He stretched out his arms to wrap around Tong'er's slender shoulders, and looked at the man coldly.

"She doesn't know you."

Tong'er raised her head and glanced at Han Qingyi in surprise. Brother Qingyi is always so gentle and polite. It is rare for him to reject someone so bluntly.

She smiled at the man apologetically: "Sorry. I can't remember."

The man smiled slightly: "It's okay. There are always many outstanding men around beautiful women. It's not surprising if I don't remember... Maybe I should remind you. London Airport. Miss, do you remember?"

Tong'er turned her head to the side and thought for a while, showing a suddenly realized expression: "Oh. I remembered..."

She smiled embarrassedly and said, "I'm really sorry. I just remembered."

Han Qingyi's face became more and more gloomy.

"It doesn't matter. It's an honor to be remembered by you." The man raised his eyes and glanced at Han Qingyi meaningfully: "However, there are some things. For you, you probably don't remember them anymore."

Han Qingyi's expression froze. He looked at this man who obviously had something to say with cold eyes.

Tong'er looked at him with some puzzlement. She didn't understand what he was talking about.

Han Qingyi held her shoulders: "Let's go, Tong'er. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Han Qingyi obviously didn't want her to talk more with this person. Tong'er could only nod apologetically to this person: "Sorry. We still have something to do. Let's talk next time."

The man smiled slightly: "OK. Remember me. My name is Song."

Although Tong'er didn't know why this strange man wanted to remember him by herself, she could only nod to him with a little embarrassment: "Okay. I will remember."

The man smiled and waved to her: "Goodbye, Miss Tong'er. I believe we will meet again."

Han Qingyi held Tong'er in one hand and looked back at him coldly.

See you again. Hmph. Who does he think he is.

No matter how many things he knows about Murong Lie, in short, he will never have the chance to say these things to Tong'er again.

The man watched Han Qingyi leave with Tong'er in his arms. He just smiled slightly, with an unfathomable expression on his face.

"gentlemen."

The driver of his cos waiter came over and brought him a drink.

The man didn't take the drink. Instead he took the cigar from his hand and took a sip.

"Sir, what are you looking at?" the driver asked curiously.

The man looked at the receding figure and smiled mysteriously and unfathomably: "Do you still remember the girl we met in the fog at the entrance of the Dynasty Hotel?"

The driver froze for a moment. Then he remembered.

After all, it is rare to have such a pair of beautiful girls with tears in their eyes. It is normal for people to be unforgettable.

"Ah. It's that mysterious girl who forgot to meet us before..." The driver was very curious and puzzled. "Why, sir. Did you meet her again just now?"

Mr. Song smiled slightly and took a puff of his cigar: "Yes. It's really destined."

The driver raised his eyebrows and looked at his inscrutable look while holding a drink. He didn't understand what he was thinking. However, Mr. Song's thoughts and deeds have always been beyond the comprehension of his little driver.

"By the way, Mr. Song. Ms. Ali lost her temper there. She told you to go over and accompany her quickly. Otherwise, she will leave."

Mr. Song didn't even turn his head. He just said indifferently: "Then let her go."

The driver knew it would be like this. He just raised his eyebrows and nodded as expected: "Okay."

Mr. Song was still looking at the backs of the two people who had gone away. It seemed that Tonger had turned his head back. He glanced at him from a distance. Then he was hugged tightly by Han Qingyi who was beside her.

What the two of them were probably talking about.

"It's very interesting, isn't it." Mr. Song narrowed his eyes and said with a smile while smoking a cigar.

Tong'er walked a long distance. She couldn't help but look back at Mr. Song who was still standing still. At this moment, he was smoking a cigar. His tall figure was still very conspicuous on the beach.

I don't know why. She only saw him once. But she felt a faint familiar feeling.

Maybe. It's not him who makes her feel familiar. It's his body shape that resembles someone. That makes her feel familiar...

Tong'er couldn't remember who it was. There seemed to be a figure that was very similar to it in her mind. However, no matter how hard she tried to capture it, she couldn't remember it.

Suddenly, she thought of something, and immediately called out "ah".

Han Qingyi was worried about her looking back at that person at first, but he suddenly heard her cry out, so he put his arms around her and asked, "What's wrong, Tonger."

Tong'er just suddenly remembered that the figure of this person was very similar to the Lie Wang in his dream. That's right. No wonder he felt a little familiar. It was him.

Her face turned red all of a sudden. How dare I describe those restricted-rated pictures to Han Qingyi. She just shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, brother Qingyi. I just suddenly thought of...uh. I forgot to go to the studio for a painting I ordered took."

She is not good at lying at all. When telling lies, her eyes can't help but look up. Han Qingyi looks at people more than anything else. How can she not see her little lies.

But...he didn't expose her.

He patted her on the shoulder. He smiled and said, "Such a small matter. Why all the fuss. I thought it was a big matter."

Tong'er turned her head in embarrassment: "How can there be?"

Han Qingyi laughed: "Okay. I was wrong. Your Highness, please forgive me for disrespecting you."

Tong'er couldn't help laughing again.

Such a familiar joke. The two of them returned to the scene back then before they knew it.

"Okay. Your Highness is generous. I don't blame you."

The two laughed together. The atmosphere suddenly became harmonious. It seemed to be back in the past.