Doting on the Masked Wife

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Lan Ning couldn't help but said, "Master Qingyi. It's about this time..."

Han Qingyi suddenly smiled.

"Do you think I care about this?"

He laughed: "Stocks. Hospitals. Money. Fame. Identity. Status..."

His voice slowly lowered: "Do you think these things... do I care?"

Lanning didn't know what to say.

Young Master Qingyi doesn't care about these things. Because he is born with these things, things that others can't get in a few lifetimes. He can get them at his fingertips.

The only thing he can't get is Ning Tong'er's heart.

He hates Ning Tong'er. He thinks that she is not worthy of Master Qingyi at all. But Master Qingyi has a deep affection for her.

He doesn't understand.

What is so good about Ning Tong'er? Master Qingyi wants to like her so much. He only regards her as the only treasure.

"All I want is Tonger." Han Qingyi lowered his head. His voice seemed to be laughing, but also seemed to be laughing at himself. "As long as she is by my side. These... I don't care about it."

Lan Ning stood up, and her voice suddenly became firm: "But Master Qingyi, Miss Tong'er must have fallen into Murong Lie's hands by now. You can't wait for her here."

He really wanted to reach out and grab Han Qingyi's arm, but he didn't dare to think that Han Qingyi was so unattainable for him.

His hand grasped in the air, but he let it go.

"Master Qingyi, let's go quickly. If you want to save Miss Tong'er, you have to save yourself first."

He said a very vulgar saying: "If you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood. Isn't that right, Master Qingyi."

Han Qingyi raised his head and glanced at him.

**

Tong'er's black hair fell to the carpet of the plane. Her body was completely uncontrollable, trembling with Murong Lie rising and falling on her body.

She bit her lips desperately, refusing to make a sound. Occasionally, broken moans and panting sounds came out, and she inserted her white teeth into her lips fiercely again.

The blood scab on the lips has already been torn apart. Blood is flowing again.

Murong Lie's body was constantly rising and falling. The muscles on his strong arms bulged. He raised his head, and saw a trace of blood dripping from the corner of Tong'er's mouth.

His movements stopped for a moment. Then he pinched her cheek and lowered his head to kiss her.

Tong'er raised her hand and grabbed him fiercely. She grabbed his arms and back. But he didn't care at all. Let her be like a little girl who was pushed to the extreme and forced to wave her blunt claws. Like a cat. Catch him.

Tong'er wanted to bite him with his teeth, but he didn't let her bite him at all. The tip of his tongue brushed the corner of her mouth, and even licked and kissed the blood around her mouth into her mouth.

Tong'er's fingers grabbed his arm fiercely. But to Murong Lie, that little scratch was really like a kitten's claws. His eyes looked at her, and he suddenly smiled wickedly. Tong'er Er was taken aback. The attack in her body started to move suddenly. She was caught off guard and let out a muffled groan. Immediately bit her lips tightly again.

Murong Lie lowered his head again. His rough thumb stroked her bleeding lips. Then he lowered his head and kissed her again.

"you this……"

Tong'er wanted to scold him, but all the voices were swallowed by him.

She was forced to be suppressed under him. To bear his cold passion.

Her hand kept clutching the leather cover on the seat, trying to alleviate the pain. However, her fingertips suddenly touched a piece of cold metal.

Tong'er looked at the demon who was kissing her chest. He didn't notice what she was doing at all.

She cried out in her heart: "Go to hell, you devil."

Gritting her teeth, Tonger, who never even dared to kill a rabbit or a chicken, raised the fruit knife and stabbed it into Murong Lie's back. Because he lowered his head, she could only stab it into his back up.

Murong Lie tilted his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Tong'er almost thought that he was going to avoid her. She was not stupid. She could see it. He could obviously avoid it.

But. She didn't know why. Just like she didn't know why Murong Lie wanted to seek revenge on her. She didn't know why Murong Lie could avoid the fruit knife in her hand, but let her The knife plunged into his shoulder.

Blood trickled down his shoulder.

He just looked at her coldly. There was even a hint of ferocity in his cold eyes. Like a lion about to get angry, staring at a small prey that dared to provoke.

Tong'er saw so much blood. His own eyes were pitch black.

However, she does not regret that this is what the devil deserves.

It's a pity that he couldn't send the knife to his heart.

Murong Lie looked at her coldly. A certain part of her body was still inside her. The two hated each other and looked at each other coldly.

The person who once loved deeply. The person who promised to be together for a lifetime. The body is still together. However, the heart has been separated by tens of thousands of mountains.

Murong Lie suddenly raised his hand. With a slap, Tong'er's head was knocked to the side.

Blood streaked down from the corner of Tong'er's mouth. She turned her head and still looked at him fiercely.

"Either you kill me now. You don't kill me. I'll kill you sooner or later."

Murong Lie looked at her, sneered, and pulled out the knife stuck in his shoulder casually. Even if it made the blood flow even more fiercely, he didn't care at all.

There was a sound of "beep". The knife was nailed to the back of the seat in front of him with bright red blood stains. The wind passed, and the handle of the knife was still trembling.

"Kill you."

He looked at her coldly, and suddenly made a movement, piercing her hard.

"How can I be willing?"

Next, Tong'er was once again swept in by the frenzy. She couldn't help herself.

While Murong Lie was ups and downs, the blood on his shoulder didn't stop flowing down, and because of his distance movement, the blood gushing out was accelerated.

Blood dripped from his shoulders and onto his back, soaking his black shirt. He didn't frown.

**

When Murong Lie started to put on his clothes, Tong'er hugged her knees tightly and curled up on the seat, as if she had lost her mind.

Murong Lie got dressed. Throwing a clean new dress on her body.

Tong'er raised her head. The hatred in her eyes was deep-seated.

Murong Lie said coldly: "Put on clothes." The tone was commanding, but because of the intense exercise just now, his voice was slightly hoarse, adding to the enchanting atmosphere.

If such a voice is whispering in a woman's ear, probably no woman can resist it.

It's a pity. The only woman he ever loved is looking at him with hatred.

Murong Lie sat down calmly. The wound on his shoulder was not tidied up or bandaged. His eyes fell on Tong'er who was not wearing clothes. He didn't care if she was wearing clothes or not. It's better to have no clothes on. It's more convenient for him to want her.

But. He couldn't tolerate others looking at her.

Even if she is just a plaything on his bed. He still maintains his usual possessive desire.

Of course Tong'er didn't want others to see her. Her hands were trembling, and she couldn't even complete the action of putting on her clothes coherently. Even though she tried her best to restrain herself and bit her lips hard, when she was buttoning up, Murong Lie saw Tears were about to flow from her eyes.

She was just holding back.

Such a stubborn look made the corner of Murong Lie's mouth twitch. Then he turned his head.

He wanted revenge on her. He didn't love her as before.

Tong'er got dressed and sat on the seat blankly.

Murong Lie turned her head. She didn't know what she was looking at. Her hand slowly moved towards the back of the chair in front of her.

In fact, Murong Lie saw it. But he didn't make a sound if he didn't want her to stab him. She couldn't even touch his sleeve.

As for the knife, to him, it is actually just a toy.

The reason why he didn't dodge it was to let her stab him. Maybe it was a way of self-torture. He wanted to let such bleeding pain remind himself: don't forget how she treated him.

He's here to take revenge on her.

That's all.

Murong Lie's eyes flicked to her and turned back coldly. He didn't take it seriously at all.

But he was wrong.

Tong'er didn't intend to kill him. She is not stupid. By now she already knew that killing him would be as difficult as climbing the sky.

But...it's easy to kill yourself.

She pulled out the knife vigorously, stabbing herself in the heart with a backhand.

From the corner of Murong Lie's eyes, he could only see her hand raised. The silver knife light flashed. His heart suddenly seemed to stop beating.

She still wants to die.

It's not about jumping off the plane. It's about stabbing your heart with a knife.

Murong Lie rushed over and grabbed her hand with one hand. However, the tip of the knife had already pierced her chest. Blood seeped from the white clothes, and blood bloomed.

Murong Lie gritted his teeth. There was a gleam of hatred in his eyes. He pinched her hand tightly with one hand. However, Tong'er's wrist was almost crushed. He still gritted his teeth and refused to let go. Knowing that she is so weak, she is actually so stubborn.

Murong Lie was in a daze when he saw the blood on her chest.

The past is rolling in.

Once knelt before her hospital bed. Weeping and begging her not to die. Begging her to forgive him. Give him another chance.

Love her like that. He is not some president Murong. Just an ordinary man.

Yes. Used to love her that way.

Her chest still bears bullet marks from Han Qingyi's killers. Now it is himself who wants to kill her.

And he forced it.

Things are impermanent. Things are different.

Murong Lie couldn't understand the reason for the tearing pain in his heart. He pinched Tong'er's hand tightly with one hand, and pulled out the knife abruptly with the other hand, and grasped the blade with his empty hand.

The fruit knife is not particularly sharp. But enough to cut his hand bloody.

He held the knife in his bloody hand. He jerked the knife out of her hand, and threw it aside this time.

"I want to die. I want to die so much." Murong Lie squeezed her chin fiercely with bloody hands. His eyes almost looked fierce. "I will fulfill you."