Doting on the Masked Wife

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Tong'er looked at him in disbelief. Murong Lie smiled lightly and said, "This time, you want your brother Qingyi to save you. But it won't be that easy."

Fiddled with the ruby ​​ring on his middle finger with one hand. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at her: "As for you. From now on, learn a little bit of kung fu in bed. Maybe life will be easier."

Tonger stepped back step by step. It was like looking at a monster.

She doesn't know him.

Although she doesn't know why he knows her name. He knows brother Qingyi.

She thought at first that he had caught the wrong person. She was mistaken for another person. But later she found out that he came to seek revenge. The purpose was to rape and torture her.

She didn't know what heinous thing she had done. To let a monster like a demon do this to herself. And he didn't give her a chance to explain.

He cut off all her retreats from the very beginning. She only had hatred for him.

She was supposed to marry brother Qing Yi today and be his wife.

Although she knew that she didn't love brother Qingyi, she didn't have that kind of heartfelt feeling towards him. But she really wanted to be a good wife, and she knew that there was no one who treated her better than brother Qingyi.

But now it's all... destroyed by a demon that fell from the sky.

Murong Lie's pupils narrowed instantly.

No matter how you tell yourself: he hates her.

She could be indifferent to her crying, shouting, and struggling. But at this moment, her eyes as if looking at a monster still stabbed him.

He is still influenced by her or maybe the influence never stopped.

He didn't care about her hateful eyes. He didn't care about her staring at him fiercely. Compared with what he had endured, what he imposed on her was still too light. Too light.

Tong'er glanced at him. Then turned his eyes away. That gaze turned out to be devoid of love or hatred. Only numbness and emptiness remained.

But seeing her blank eyes at this moment, his heart still hurt a bit like being pricked by a needle.

Suddenly, his heart shrank suddenly. It seemed that it stopped beating in an instant. Cold sweat burst out of his forehead in an instant.

Tong'er retreated to the entrance hatch of the plane. When she loosened her slender fingers by the door, she was about to fall down.

Murong Lie suppressed the shout that came out of his mouth vigorously. His clothes passed by. Tong'er, who thought he was going to fall and die without a doubt, saw a blur in front of his eyes. There was an extra hand on his waist, and his whole body was pulled up .

Then. She was thrown onto the seat with such force that she hit the back of the chair and could barely get up.

Murong Lie stood there. He didn't want to admit it but his hands were indeed shaking.

A heart seemed to jump out. I didn't realize that cold sweat had already flowed down my cheeks.

As soon as Tong'er got up from his seat, he was grabbed by the lapel of his chest in front of him, and his whole body was pulled up by the volley.

"You dare to seek death." Murong Lie tugged at her fiercely. "You dare to seek death?"

Tong'er turned around and just smiled coldly at him.

Murong Lie raised his hand and was about to slap him down. Tong'er looked at him coldly. His eyes were full of contempt. Murong Lie raised his hand. However, he still didn't slap him down.

Even now, the two hate each other so much that they want to kill each other, but they still can't do it.

"Are you against me?" He sneered. "You want to die. Okay. I'll make you regret the stupid things you've done."

Tong'er looked at him contemptuously. Murong Lie smiled angrily: "Okay. You do have a backbone. I didn't know you had this side before. It makes people want to crush you to death."

Tong'er's skirt was caught in his hand, and he lifted her up in the air. She knew in her heart that this kind of person who can hold an adult in the air with a single hand is definitely not an ordinary person. Such strength is considered a strong one. Men are also abnormal.

But she doesn't care anymore. It doesn't matter if he is not an ordinary person. Even if the terrible man in front of her is a demon, she will not be surprised, let alone be afraid. Because everything he does to her is no different from a demon.

Even more hateful.

Her chest was tightened. She was almost out of breath gradually. However, she still looked at him with contemptuous eyes. It was like saying: kill me if you have the ability.

"You want to die, don't you?" Murong Lie suddenly laughed. It was a terrible laugh.

He touched her delicate cheek with one hand. There was no trace of emotion. Only cruelty.

"How can I be willing." His words finally made her look of hatred and contempt change. He felt happy. "This perfect body is so suitable for me. I haven't played enough. How can I be willing to kill you like this. dont you agree."

Tong'er's pupils shrank. She was finally scared.

Murong Lie laughed.

She is not afraid of death. But she is always afraid.

The gan of revenge surged up together with the desire for her. His fingers touching her cheeks slowly and frivolously slid down. Then the whole palm wrapped around the soft side of her chest. Then... vigorously ** with.

Tong'er gasped in shock, then bit her lip tightly, refusing to make a sound.

She turned her head away. But the humiliation and hatred in her eyes said it all.

There are flames burning in Murong Lie's eyes. It is desire and anger.

Falling on her body was even bigger hair. His evil fingertips clamped around her towering top. Then viciously...

Tong'er suddenly screamed in pain.

"Finally there is a reaction." Murong Lie said mockingly in an evil voice.

"You bastard." Tong'er cursed in a broken voice. But before the voice landed, she felt like she was flying. It was Murong Lie who threw her on the seat.

She hit her head on the seat, stared at her and couldn't get up. Then she heard Murong Lie's cold voice: "Don't turn back."

It's for the pilot of the plane.

The driver replied respectfully without looking back: "Yes, Earl."

count.

What earl.

What is this lunatic and demonic man count.

Tong'er didn't have time to think about it. She struggled and wanted to get up from her seat. Because every fool knows what it means to say "don't turn back" to the driver.

After being tortured by him in that room for a day and a night, every nerve in Tong'er's body tensed up. Her face was astonishingly white. Fear was also revealed in her stubborn eyes just now.

However, before she got up from her seat, she was pinned down by a leg.

Murong Lie pressed on her body. He lowered his head and looked at her with a half-smile: "I still want to escape."

Tong'er shook her head in fear: "Let me go. Let me go."

She suddenly seemed to go crazy. She desperately raised her hands to beat and tear him, and kicked her legs desperately, trying to kick him away. But everything was in vain.

Murong Lie grabbed her hand with one hand, raised it above his head, and tore off her clothes with one hand.

**

Han's Villa.

in the library.

On the mahogany floor. Documents and papers scattered all over the place. The wind blows. Like white butterflies fluttering and flying. Flying around in the study.

Han Qingyi sat behind the desk, motionless.

At his feet. An ebony violin was overturned on the floor.

It was once the master's favorite. However, Han Qingyi didn't even look at it at this time. Everyone knew that the Han family had suffered a great change.

The black velvet curtains in this study room were always drawn tightly so that no wind or sunlight could penetrate. But now the curtains were opened, and the gentle green smoke from the antique censer rose with an elegant and pleasant aroma. .then blown away by the wind.

The sun shone on the desk and Han Qingyi's figure. He was still motionless. His expression could not be seen clearly in the mottled light and shadow.

Lan Ning walked in from the door, just as a gust of wind blew over, blowing a piece of clean white paper onto his face.

He reached out and took down the paper. He walked over gently like a cat. His footsteps were silent.

"Master Qingyi."

Han Qingyi didn't move or respond to him.

"Stocks plummeted. There is no way to save them. Some people are buying like crazy."

Han Qingyi still didn't answer him.

"Three factories are on fire."

Han Qingyi still didn't answer him.

"Our Han's Private Hospital is under control. I don't think it will be long before our basement is found."

Han Qingyi still didn't speak.

Lan Ning's eyelashes blinked. He gently placed the paper in his hand on the desk.

"Your father has arrived in the United States. Master Qingyi. He has urged you many times. But you don't answer his phone..."

Han Qingyi raised his head.

Such a delicate and elegant face. The bloodthirsty cruelty has faded away. The eyebrows are trimmed and the eyelashes are long. It is gentle and beautiful. It even has a kind of youthful innocence.

In a trance, people have forgotten. In fact, he is only in his 20s this year.

"Master Qingyi." Lan Ning whispered as if she was afraid of disturbing him. "Let's go quickly. Your father's people have been waiting there for a long time."

Han Qingyi didn't speak. He just looked at him quietly.

"You don't have to worry. We will definitely make a comeback." Lan Ning said softly. "It doesn't matter if we can't come back in the future. We will live well in America."

Han Qingyi still didn't speak.

"The boss behind us didn't give up on us. At best, we just transferred the base of the experiment to the United States. It's no big deal."

Lan Ning looked at him, like a docile kitten, and slowly fell down, holding his leg.

He looked up at him: "Master Qingyi. It's nothing. It's no big deal to give up these things."

"Let's go," he said.

Han Qingyi looked straight ahead. Very calm. Very calm.

It was as calm as if nothing happened.

"Master Qingyi."

Han Qingyi finally opened his mouth slowly. His lips, which were as pale as pink jade, were already chapped and bleeding. He hadn't drank any water, and he hadn't even eaten a grain of rice.

He just looked ahead and said something quietly.

"Today was supposed to be the day when Tong'er and I got married."

Lan Ning was startled suddenly. Kneeling up from the ground, she straightened up and looked at him. An incomprehensible expression appeared on her innocent face.

Young Master Qingyi. Up to now, I only think about her.

What he was thinking about was that it was still only her and only her.