When Lan Ning got off the car, what he saw was this scene: Han Qingyi was sitting on a stone, and the wind whizzing past the top of the mountain was blowing, lifting up his soft black hair and his snow-white hair.
The snow-white skirt made his whole body feel as if he was floating.
Han Qingyi has a jade-like face and a jade-like body. Now standing in the roaring wind, with the white mist of the valley under his feet, he suddenly looks like an immortal about to fly in the wind.
It's a character that only exists in the painting.
However, this man is now staring blankly, dazedly, lowering his clear and sharp eyes, looking particularly confused and thin.
Lan Ning suddenly stopped at the intersection at the top of the mountain, clenching his fists tightly.
He only felt his chest tightening for waves - unforgivable!
Absolutely unforgivable!
Never thought of it.
In his mind, Young Master Han, who was like a god and aloof, could be so vulnerable and helpless.
If Han Qingyi shed tears because he was sad when he heard that Ning Tong'er had been shot dead, then he was completely heartbroken now.
Such a great young man, Mr. Han, was shattered from the inside.
Are they going to destroy Young Master Han?
Lan Ning gritted his teeth, and there were bursts of bloodthirsty murderous intent in his dark eyes, as cruel as Han Qingyi's.
He could not forgive Ning Tong'er and Murong Lie.
Absolutely absolutely unforgivable.
Everyone who has been sorry to Mr. Han deserves to die!
All those who have hurt Young Master Han will not be forgiven!
Taking a deep breath, he slowly raised his legs and walked over. He slowly squatted at Han Qingyi's feet, like a tame kitten that was particularly supple, innocent, innocent, and dependent on its owner.
Lan Ning, who was holding Han Qingyi's legs with a soft and innocent expression on his face, opened his dark eyes wide, raised his head and called him softly: "Young Master Han."
Han Qingyi didn't seem to realize that Lan Ning had come to his side. It wasn't until Lan Ning called him that he raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly.
However, the look in his eyes was blank and helpless, not at all like the gentleness he had pretended to be in the past, nor the sharp and cold murderous aura of the real Young Master Han.
What about his aura?
Where is his murderous intent?
Lan Ning's Adam's apple rolled, his shoulders shook, and his eyes suddenly turned red: "Young Master Han, don't do this."
Han Qingyi still just looked at him blankly.
The huge pain seemed to crush his heart in an instant, destroying the noble Han Qingyi.
"Master Han, don't be like this. What's the big deal? What's the big deal?" Lan Ning gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "I'm sorry for your man, I will help you kill him, as long as you want, I can
Do it." Lan Ning looked at him with innocent eyes, but full of murderous intent, and said cruel words in an innocent tone, "Tell me, do you want Murong Lie to die slowly and painfully, or to die extremely miserably?
, it looks very ugly to die... I can do it, as long as you say it, I will definitely do it!"
However, Han Qingyi said nothing.
Sitting on the stone, he remained motionless, just lowering his eyes.
Maybe he didn't speak just because everything he wanted to say had been said, but he wanted the person who listened to him to stop listening to him.
She already only listens to what another man says.
So, he didn't want to talk anymore.
Anyway, no one will care.
In the distance, the mountain wind blew over in waves, blowing the hair of Han Qingyi and Lan Ning. One of them sat motionless on the stone, while the other squatted at his feet, looking at him piously, but the two of them
No more words were said.
"Haha, what do you call it in Chinese... It's really... the deep love between master and servant, it's so enviable!"
Suddenly, a voice with a joking smile sounded from not far away. The voice was half-baked and had an unfluent tone. When you heard it, you could tell it was a foreigner speaking Chinese.
Han Qingyi was stunned and at a loss.
However, when he heard the voice of an outsider entering "his territory", his clear eyes immediately became turbulent, and his eyes suddenly changed.
He stood up coldly and looked coldly in the direction of the person.
"who?!"
His long eyelashes covered his eyes, which were as clear as black jade, and his cold eyes showed an outstanding quality, which was too good to be true.
I saw that where the man was talking, it turned out that at some point, another black Mercedes-Benz had arrived after Han Qingyi and Lan Ning.
The young man holding the handle and standing on the ground with the car door open was wearing a black suit and black leather gloves. He had black hair and black eyes, but he looked like a foreigner at first glance.
Both Han Qingyi and Lan Ning knew this man. He was the special envoy sent by the son of the count who climbed over the wall and entered Han's villa last time.
At this time, he looked respectfully at the people getting off the car.
This man had a smile on his face, but he was the one who had just spoken to Han Qingyi.
He was wearing a beige velvet suit and a pair of brown leather boots. He looked noble and extraordinary, with a face that looked like it was carved with a fine scalpel and a face that was extremely white.
White and reflective.
His eyebrows are a little light yellow, his eyes are bright blue, his nose is high and his lips are thin.
He also looks very handsome, but he has an indescribable ruthlessness and unrighteousness.
Moreover, although he has a joking smile on his face, there is a special kind of arrogance revealed from his eyes, as if his bones are so noble and different - talking to you pariahs
, all to lift you up.
Such a tone, such arrogance and nobility that cannot be covered up by such cover-ups can only be possessed by the nobles of the European Middle Ages.
Such a character, I don’t know where he came from, but he actually appeared here?
I don't know if you saw Han Qingyi's extremely fragile and injured look just now, and maybe you even heard him howling like a wounded beast.
If it had been someone else, Han Qingyi would have turned his face because he would not tolerate others seeing this side of him!
However, after Han Qingyi saw this man's appearance, he did not get angry, but slightly wrinkled his elegant eyebrows.
A trace of suspicion flashed through his eyes, and he looked at this person coldly - because he saw that this person looked very similar to the same person.
That was a person he wished he could cut into pieces: Murong Lie!
Lan Ning also noticed it, his dark eyes were rolling around, and he suddenly showed an expression of sudden realization.
That's right, didn't the "special envoy" sent by some earl's son last time, who didn't honestly ask to see Mr. Han, instead climbed over the wall, that is, the man in black clothes who is opening the door for him, didn't he say that...
He suddenly turned his head to look at Han Qingyi: "Young Master Han..."
Han Qingyi was cold and said nothing.
Of course he had already seen it and guessed it.
This foreign man who said he envied Han Qingyi and Lan Ning's deep master-servant relationship must be the son of the current Earl Edson as he said.
Han Qingyi watched this man walking towards him with a smile, but just looked at him coldly.
"Master Han, nice to meet you."
Walking up to Han Qingyi, he smiled and stretched out his hand.
But Han Qingyi didn't move, just looked at him coldly.
Nice to meet you?
How lucky is x?
When people are heartbroken and heartbroken, you come here, not only bothering people, but also showing their most inhospitable and embarrassing side.
I'm so lucky to meet you, are you just looking for death?
But this man was not angry at all. He retracted his hand with a smile, rubbed each other with his hands wearing brown deerskin gloves, and showed a raised eyebrow on his handsome face.
Seeing this expression, Han Qingyi gritted his teeth - because this action really reminded him of that damn bastard Murong Lie!
"I think Mr. Han was not mentally prepared for my unexpected visit, so he was wary."
This handsome British man is not very fluent in Chinese, but he is still able to articulate it.
Han Qingyi still didn't speak.
"Actually, Mr. Han, please don't get me wrong. I'm not here for anything else, just for one thing. As for what it is, I think the envoy I sent to visit last time has already told Mr. Han."
Han Qingyi finally showed an expression, but raised his eyebrows very coldly, and said coldly: "Oh? Is that the visit where you broke in over the wall?"
Lan Ning, who was beside him, chuckled in agreement with his master's "ha".
This handsome British man was not angry. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have already read the information about Han Qingyi and was aware of his temper.
"You offended Mr. Han, I'm also very uneasy." But looking at his look, I really didn't see what was "uneasy" about him. He continued, "But I didn't know that I wanted to continue with Mr. Han.
What do you think about this topic, Mr. Han?"
Han Qingyi frowned, and Xiuya's eyebrows trembled slightly. She looked into his eyes coldly and said something completely inconsistent with the atmosphere at this time: "Your Chinese is not bad."
This handsome British man was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and smiled, but for some reason, he looked very similar to Murong Lie, and his temperament was somewhat similar, but if Murong Lie performed the same actions, he would be particularly chic and heroic.
, but he always gives people a very hypocritical and fake feeling.
Maybe, he really looks too callous.
"Thank you, Mr. Han, for the compliment. It's such an honor." He smiled and said, "It's actually what my father meant. My tutor taught me Chinese since I was a child."
In fact, Han Qingyi was not interested in his family affairs at all. If he didn't care about what he proposed, he would turn around and leave.
He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment. The look of lowering his eyelashes was indescribably beautiful. For some reason, this handsome British man looked at him with a very strange look in his eyes.