Doting on the Masked Wife

Ning Tong'er wanted to struggle, but he heard his deep voice softly saying: "Don't move, let me just hug you like this."

"I don't want you to hug..."

Ning Tong'er still wanted to push him hard.

Although the strength is too small, but still have to work hard.

But what she got in return for her efforts was a softer, more sinister soft voice: "Choose, let me hold you like this, or let me carry you to the bed now, take off your clothes, and continue molesting the nurse." game……?

Ning Tonger immediately stopped moving.

Not only did he not move, but his hands and feet were arranged very neatly, like a boy scout.

Tsk, although it is only the result of threats, it is better than nothing.

Murong Lie hugged her tightly, a slight smile appeared on his handsome face - it's not that she doesn't know that she must be slandering him in her heart, but what the hell?

Being able to hold her, holding this little thing, is like finding a treasure that has been lost for many years and filling the vacancy, and I don't want to let it go anymore.

In the ward, a room with no lights on, a tall and handsome man tightly hugged a delicate girl who was so slender that one hand could crush it. A slight shake.

It's just that in the dark, he didn't see it.

She doesn't even know it herself.

** After Murong Lie watched Ning Tonger fall asleep, he lowered his head and kissed her peaceful sleeping face, then stared at her, and gently stroked the part of her face that was not wrapped in gauze with his slender fingertips. Delicate skin.

Under the gauze, her face was covered with scars. Those scars on her body might not be too scary, but on her face they might be disfigured.

Such a beautiful young girl may turn out to be hideous, and now no one knows what will happen after the gauze is removed.

But, surprisingly, Murong Lie's heart was very peaceful.

Even if her face was really disfigured, he thought, he wouldn't find it ugly.

"Boom, boom, boom".

Just when Murong Lie's budding love was growing infinitely in the darkness, there were two knocks on the door, one short and one long.

Murong Lie raised his head, got up and opened the door.

Ananda bowed to him: "President, that man is here again, standing at the door of the hospital and refusing to leave."

Murong Lie's expression froze: "Let him stand, let's go."

Ananda nodded in agreement, stepped aside and let Murong Lie walk out of the ward first.

Outside the hospital, it was raining heavily.

Under the sound of pattering rain, a boy with blond hair and a handsome face hurriedly took out a transparent umbrella from the trunk of a black RV, opened it hastily, and trotted all the way to the station. Behind the middle-aged man at the entrance of the hospital, he held an umbrella for him.

The boy was wearing a British suit with beige piping, a delicate silk white shirt with a bow tie at the neckline, and a pair of baroque brown leather shoes.

It's just that he not only dresses in a full British style, but also looks completely British.

His hair is not only golden, but even his eyebrows and eyelashes are light golden. His brows are deep and delicate, with a typical British melancholy temperament, which is an obvious British feature.