Doting on the Masked Wife

**The white fencing interior of Han's Villa.

The sound of "ding ding ding ding" was endless, and there was even the slight panting of the man.

I saw a man wearing a white fencing suit, with a slender figure and a jade-like temperament, fiercely swinging a silver sword in his hand, attacking fiercely with extremely tricky and vicious moves.

His opponent was so helpless that he could only dodge left and right in embarrassment, and let out gasps of exhaustion.

However, even if he had been hit on the shoulders, legs, and chest by that slender man long ago, according to the rules, he should have been sentenced to lose long ago, but the slender man didn't stop at all, and he continued to relentlessly attacking.

Obviously, he didn't intend to compete with swords at all, his purpose was to vent!

Finally, the man who was attacked so helplessly called out "Ah", and fell to the ground with a "slap" under a venomous snake-like move, waving his hands in embarrassment to signal a temporary truce.

"Hmph." The man who attacked him let out a low hum of contempt.

At the same time, he took off the helmet on his head at once.

I saw that his short black hair was already wet with sweat, and his face was as white as jade, noble and elegant, covered with sweat, but there was no trace of embarrassment, I just felt that it was still so elegant. ——This person turned out to be Han Qingyi.

At this time, his face was full of anger that had not been vented, and he glanced at his opponent with contemptuous eyes, raised his hand and wiped his sweat, and walked to the resting place.

Han Qingyi casually put the helmet on a shelf beside him, and the maids who were waiting to serve him hurriedly poured him a glass of water and handed it to him.

Han Qingyi took a sip of the water from the melting ice and snow under the Himalayas as usual, then turned around and changed his clothes.

By the time he changed his clothes, he had just "slapped" him at least a hundred times, and his panting pitiful opponent had already changed his clothes and waited there.

Looking at that fat rosacea, it turned out to be the vice president of a Korean-style private hospital.

At this time, he was nodding and bowing, and smiled obsequiously to Han Qingyi: "Young Director, do you feel more comfortable?"

Han Qingyi had already changed into a set of off-white high-end casual clothes at this time, and his gestures were indescribably gentle and elegant. Only under the sweaty hair, there was a chilling expression on his elegant face. The cold expression makes people feel afraid to take a second look.

"What do you say?"

Han Qingyi asked coldly.

The vice president's flattering smile suddenly froze, and he froze there. He still maintained that flattering expression on his face, but he didn't know what to say anymore.

He was wrong!

——The vice president regretted his stupidity in his heart. He didn't know why Han Qingyi asked him to practice swords with him. It was clear that it was to vent his inner unhappiness and anger. He was not afraid of death and asked him Are you comfortable?

How stupid!

He regretted his inability to observe words and expressions.

Han Qingyi ruthlessly threw the cup on the floor, and the hard crystal cup rolled all the way on the high-grade wooden floor, making a crisp clanging sound.