Doting on the Masked Wife

And the middle-aged man standing there was wearing a well-cut black velvet suit, which seemed to be expensive at first glance.

Moreover, there are small letters embroidered on his sleeves, which represent his special status. Only a noble family can have such a feature, and money alone can't do it.

This middle-aged man in a black velvet suit also looks very British. His face is pale, his lips are thin, and the lip line is slightly drooping.

However, at this time, standing in the rain, his hair was wet by the rain and stuck to his forehead and cheeks. It seemed that he was not too majestic, but rather embarrassed.

The British boy held up an umbrella to cover him from the rain, and said in a low voice: "Master, take shelter from the rain, you may not see the young master if you wait like this."

The manager didn't turn his head, but pushed away the transparent umbrella that the young man was holding up from behind to cover the rain.

Standing in the rain, he was drenched in the rain, but his voice was very calm and calm: "No, I must see the young master."

"However, we have come here many times, at the gate of his company, even at the gate of this hospital... the young master refuses to see us..."

The manager shook his head: "No, Noah, we must see the young master, no matter how difficult it is."

His strict and rigorous lip line was slightly bitter, and his deep blue eyes showed deep worry and sadness: "My lord, I am afraid that time is running out. If we can't take the young master back ..."

The boy named Noah nodded silently, but still held up the umbrella without giving up: "But manager, if you abuse your body like this, you may fall ill before you see the young master..."

The manager pushed the umbrella away again without looking back, his deep blue eyes looked bitterly at the door of the hospital, his body remained motionless: "No umbrella is allowed."

"But……"

The manager interrupted Noah: "We want the young master to see our sincerity. If he wants us to kneel here, we will kneel here..."

Before Noah could speak, he heard a cold voice coming from the door.

"Kneeling here? I dare you Brits like to play this kind of bitter drama. Maybe it's because we watch too many bitter dramas in China?"

When the manager heard this sarcasm, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen some kind of dawn, and his pale face suddenly had a feeling of radiance.

He took a step forward and couldn't help but look at the people who came out of the hospital gate.

I saw a group of three people walking out from the door of the hospital.

The man who walked in the front was very tall, and a black Armani suit fit his tall and dignified body. He had short black hair, clean sideburns, and a pair of deep and dark eyes on his bronze face seemed to have magical powers. Go to people's hearts.

There was a faint expression on his face, but there was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, making people afraid to look into his eyes.

And behind this hideous and proud man, the young man on the left is wearing a blue suit, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his handsome face, a straight nose, and a gentle smile on his mouth, but there is an indescribable secret He looks like a person who is not easy to mess with at first glance.

The man on the right has a rather rugged appearance. His black suit and big sunglasses declare his identity: driver and bodyguard.

That's right, these three people are in order: Murong Lie, the president of Murong Group, Song Ruqiao, one of Murong Lie's assistants, and Ananda, one of the bodyguards.

As soon as the manager saw these three people coming out, he immediately knew at a glance who was the master he was looking for.