Doting on the Masked Wife

The young master once again bowed deeply to Murong Lie who was sitting on the sofa and Song Ruqiao who was standing, and then retreated respectfully and carefully.

Once the young master who was doing room service left, it was Song Ruqiao's job to do the rest.

Song Ruqiao is really good at serving people, he didn't pay attention to the overturned crystal table and vase, he knew that the president must be in a good mood now, so he didn't care.

He went straight to the huge temperature-controlled wine cabinet, took out a bottle of [-] Lafite from the wine cabinet and opened it, and the bodyguard Ananda at the side also seemed to cooperate tacitly, and he immediately poured it out of a tall crystal cup A quarter glass of red wine was served, and then it was brought to Murong Lie with both hands.

Murong Lie is still immersed in the comfort of easily making the mayor look ashamed, Song Ruqiao really understands him, he is meticulous and considerate in every way!

The red wine came just right.

I saw Murong Lie sitting on the scarlet suede sofa in the luxurious presidential suite, elegantly and lazily holding the crystal goblet with his long and slender fingers, shaking the glass casually, so that the refreshing fragrance could be released better.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the fragrance, then raised his head and took a sip, and then... smiled lightly.

There is an indescribable confidence in this faint smile.

Indescribably proud.

Everything is under control, the king is in the world, and no one can block his way.

Song Ruqiao and Ananda stood beside him, all with a sense of pride in their hearts - yes, this is their king.

From the beginning, they followed him to the present.

They know it's the best option.

And he is also the only existence in their eyes, the most admired person.

**Six-star private hospital of Murong Group.

Murong Lie got off the black high-end bulletproof car, and the black windbreaker shook off the flowing rainwater.

Strange, every time those two unwelcome people show up, it rains.

——Is this to match the begging expressions on the faces of those two people, and to add a sympathetic atmosphere to them?

That's right, the manager and his entourage, Noah, who came all the way from Edson's Castle, were waiting for Murong Lie at the gate of the Murong Group's six-star private hospital.

It seems that the manager received the information very accurately, knowing that Murong Lie has been running to the hospital from time to time recently.

However, no matter how bleak the atmosphere was, no matter how heavy the rain was, it was useless.

Ananda got out of the car and held up a big black umbrella for Murong Lie. Murong Lie was wearing black leather shoes and a black trench coat. Passed by them ignoring.

Fortunately, this time the manager was not poisoned by various local dramas and bitter dramas in China, and he "expressed his sincerity" without holding an umbrella when it rained like last time. This time, the 16-year-old beautiful boy Noah held the umbrella.

However, the two lonely people standing there looked really lonely.

Moreover, their appearance, temperament and dress of pure foreign origin make it difficult not to attract attention.

"Young master..." The manager followed suit step by step, with a sad expression, which made people feel sympathetic.

But Murong Lie, who was called out by his mourning, didn't turn his head back at all. Not only that, his handsome face, which always had a faint expression, even showed a little impetuosity—it can't be helped, as soon as these two people appeared , the nightmare that he was finally driven away because of Ning Tonger's side will surely come back again.

Although the matter of being plagued by nightmares, to the invincible President Murong, no one would believe it if he told it, but it is a fact!

He slightly frowned his strong and flying eyebrows, a small "Chuan" character was formed between his eyebrows, and there was a slightly sullen look in his dark pupils.

Although this expression followed behind him, Ananda, who was stepping up to hold the umbrella for him, couldn't see it, but it was absolutely true that the appearance of the manager made the CEO feel bad.Besides, he's not brainless!

So he immediately turned his head and glared fiercely at the manager and the beautiful boy Noah who followed: "Hey, I say, enough of you!"

Noah was taken aback, and a look of grievance appeared in his blue eyes.

He bit his lower lip, turned his head to look at the manager: "The manager..."

The manager looked at Murong Lie's back with a pleading face: "Master, can you listen to me?"

"The president doesn't want to hear from you, can't you see it?"

Ananda pointed at him with his hand rudely: "Hey, let me tell you, old man, and you, boy, don't come to harass our president, or you'll be welcome!"

Murong Lie stood in front and didn't look back, but Gao Daying's body seemed to reveal a slight sense of boredom and fatigue, and there was also a trace of fatigue in his sexy and deep voice: "Ananda, shut up."

Ananda immediately shut up obediently, but still gave the manager a warning look of "remember what you said", and at the same time secretly made a gesture to the manager while Murong Lie couldn't see it, which meant : Hurry up and leave, the president made you feel bad, so I don't want to see you either!

Murong Lie didn't speak any more, just raised his long legs and walked straight to the hospital.

Of course, Ananda immediately followed up to hold an umbrella for the president, and the two figures in black disappeared into the rain and fog.

From the beginning to the end, Murong Lie just gave the manager and Noah a tall and handsome back view, and he never turned his head back, and never looked at them.

Idiots can see how much Murong Lie hates them, or how much he hates the Edson family. He is not interested in anything about the Edson family, including Murong Lie's father, Earl Edson. Even downright disgusted!

Noah stood in the rain, holding an umbrella alone, until the umbrella had to hang down because of numbness, and changed the other hand.

"Sir," he pouted, with a frustrated look on his pretty face, "how can we succeed in persuading the young master to go back to England with us?"

The manager's resolute face was also clouded with gloom, his eyes were downcast, and his eyes were full of loss.

"If we can't let the young master go back with us before..., the earl's seat will fall to the head of the young master Mark, and then he will be the new generation of Earl Edson. He will become the new Earl Edson , We just didn’t complete the task entrusted to us by the earl, how can we be worthy of the earl!”

Noah frowned worriedly and said to himself.

The steward took a deep breath of the rainy and foggy air, and suddenly raised his head.

Noah was taken aback—because the manager seemed to have changed, no, it should be said that he had become the manager he was familiar with again.

At this time, his resolute face was full of resolute expression, and the slightly hard lip lines were slightly pursed, recreating the harsh and firm expression that Noah was familiar with.

The manager has always been like this, but because he recently met Master Alie, who he hadn't seen for many years, and was always refused by Master Alie, he was depressed for a while.

Now, the manager he is familiar with seems to be back.

"If this is the case, the result will be that the ineffective Master Mark inherits the identity and honor of the earl, and then the century-old family will be defeated by him. We will no longer face our master, the earl Edson, and have no face. Confronting the ancestors of the Edson family."

The manager raised his hand, wiped off the crystal drops from the edge of an umbrella, and said in a low voice, "Then we have to resort to the next trick to see the young master."

A trace of unspeakable complex emotions flashed in his blue eyes, as if recalling some unbearable past events, as if he was uncomfortable, and as if he had to be embarrassed, but in the end he swallowed everything and turned into A low sigh.

** In front of the huge French windows, squatting a girl in a blue hospital gown, a hat on her head, and a white gauze on her face.

She squatted in front of the huge glass window, looking through the glass window with pure and pure eyes to the raindrops constantly falling outside, she let out a soft sigh, and her slender shoulders trembled slightly.

Murong Lie was standing not far from her, he heard her almost inaudible sigh in his ears, and saw the almost imperceptible trembling of her shoulders in his eyes, his deep black eyes couldn't help revealing a trace of complicated emotions.

Ning Tonger opened her small mouth, breathed into the foggy glass, then gently raised her slender fingertips, and drew a pattern on it.

Murong Lie couldn't help but walked over gently and stood behind her.

He lowered his head and looked at the pattern drawn by Ning Tonger.

It was a figure of a house, and there were two little people inside. The little people still looked very sad and had a bitter face.

Murong Lie did what he had never done before, and never thought he would do: he picked up the hem of the black windbreaker, squatted down, and squatted next to Ning Tonger.

"Who is it drawn?"

he asked softly.

Ning Tong'er was taken aback by the deep and sexy voice, she turned her head, only to realize that someone was walking behind her, and it was Murong Lie who was extremely terrifying to her!

She turned pale with fright, and reflexively raised her hand to cover the pattern drawn by He Qi, but Murong Lie stretched out his slender hand and grabbed her slender wrist.

There was still a small scar on her wrist from the day when the car accident exploded. When Murong Lie's fingertips touched this small scar, he pressed and stroked it gently with his fingertips.

"Does it still hurt?"

His voice had never been so gentle.

Even he himself didn't think that he would have such a gentle time.

Murong Lie, there will be times when he knows how to care for others.

However, the affection grew unconsciously, even though she was just a little girl who didn't know much about the world, even though her face might be disfigured, he still fell in love with her.

Ning Tong'er felt that the scar he was pressing was burning a little bit, she hurriedly pulled her hand away, and turned away in a panic: "No, it doesn't hurt anymore."