Doting on the Masked Wife

On that handsome bronze face that was enough to make a woman's heart blush, the strong and flying eyebrows were being frowned, and the corners of the thin and bright red lips were tightly pursed, revealing a hint of pain.

He was lying on his side on the bed, but his slender hands unconsciously gripped the black satin pillow tightly, and he murmured in pain unconsciously: "Mom, mother..."

For a long time, he has relied on alcohol and cigarettes to anesthetize himself, so that he will not think of the bloody past, the pain of being unable to sleep all night, and it was not until Ning Tong'er appeared that he got better.

The peace and tranquility he got by her side made him even forget to use spirits and cigarettes to anesthetize himself.

During this period of time, he not only laughed heartily like never before, but also fell asleep peacefully like never before.

However, the arrival of the envoy sent by Earl Anderson today, the head of Edson Castle, shattered this short-lived and rare peace and tranquility again.

Murong Lie didn't want to either, but he couldn't control it.

He tried his best to let himself fall asleep, but amidst the soothing fragrance and warm light, although he temporarily fell asleep, he still fell into a nightmare again...

The picture in the dream was shaking violently, like snowflakes appearing in the black and white lens of a movie, then freeze frame, and the picture slowly appeared.

That's England.

Fort Edson built on a mountainside.

In the luxurious hall on the first floor of the castle, the walls are hung with gorgeous tapestries woven with gold silk, the marble fireplace is carved with extremely delicate and exquisite patterns, and world-famous paintings worth millions of dollars are randomly hung on the walls. , are all extravagant things.

Here, people almost have the illusion of being in a palace.

However, in the hall, there was a burst of heartbreaking sobs.

A young woman wearing a long lavender skirt with piping was hugging an extremely cute little boy who was only about three years old and was sitting by the fireplace, crying softly.

Her dress, studded with crystals and diamonds, is priceless alone, not to mention the emerald and emerald necklace around her neck, which is a lady's dream.

However, all these extravagance and magnificence could not conceal the sadness and resentment in her crying.

She has a head of extremely touching long black hair, hanging from her slender shoulders to her back trembling from crying, and then to the thick gold silk carpet.

Holding the little boy in her arms, her crystal clear teardrops kept slipping from her delicate snow-white face and dripping onto the little boy's sleeves like broken beads.

The little boy had the same black and smooth hair as her, and on his round and immature face, a pair of big round eyes were so cute, it made people want to pinch his cute face.

At this time, he stretched out his chubby tender hand with a sad face, and gently patted the crying mother who was hugging him: "Mum, don't cry, don't cry..."

The little boy's sensible reassurance brought the young woman even deeper sadness, but for the sake of the child, she could only force herself to hold back the sadness, raised her head reluctantly, and smiled tearfully at the child: "Ariel..."

As soon as she raised her head, that snow-white face was also revealed. It was so beautiful that it didn't seem like it came from the world. It was extremely refined and elegant.

It's just that in such beautiful big eyes, there are countless clues, unspeakable melancholy and resentment, which makes people feel as if they are being stabbed by needles.

"Mommy don't cry, don't cry..."

Ariel raised his hand to wipe her tears, but before he could touch his mother's face, the young woman's face suddenly changed, becoming full of fear.

She hugged the child tightly in her arms, and looked at the man who walked in through the door with fear in her big beautiful clear eyes.

The man was extremely handsome, with blond hair that shone like golden threads fluttering slightly as he walked, his deep eyebrows revealed the nobility and arrogance of hereditary nobles, and his slightly pursed thin lips carried a touch of coldness.

If you look carefully, you will find that this noble and arrogant man is actually very similar in appearance except that his hair color and blue eyes are different from the current Murong Lie.

Of course, because he is Murong Lie's father - the owner of this ancient castle.

Earl Edson.