"I didn't mean to hurt you..." President Murong, who was so domineering, could only feel helpless.
"Then you won't promise me."
"little things……"
"I won't marry you if you don't agree!"
Murong Lie really wanted to break the necks of the two instigators, as well as that old guy Earl Edson!
but……
"Tell me, do you want to go to England? The count is very ill!"
...a long minute later.
"good……"
Murong Lie reluctantly spat out these two words from his thin lips.
What is beacon fire drama princes?
His current sacrifice is not much worse than that!
It’s those two cunning guys pretending to be pitiful, damn it...
Murong Lie clenched his fists, but when he saw the smile on the beautiful face in front of him, his heart suddenly softened again.
No matter how hard your heart is, no matter how angry you are, it melts for her. Seeing her smile is worth it more than anything else.
Holding her in his arms, while enjoying the sweetness of holding her, he suddenly felt very depressed: Will he be manipulated and controlled by her so hard for the rest of his life that he can't even turn over?
**On the other side, Han's villa.
In the bathroom whose overall color is pure white, white bubbles and water splashes are constantly rolling in the huge bathtub. Only a piece of soft black hair can be seen floating on the water with the water, but no water can be seen.
The people underneath.
The bathroom is so quiet, I can only hear the sound of bubbles in the bathtub with massage function: gulu, gulu.
Suddenly, there was a "crash" sound, and the figure submerged in the water suddenly rushed out of the water, panting and raising his head.
The black hair with crystal clear water droplets was suddenly thrown into a parabola. The man raised his head, closed his eyes, and raised his hand to wipe the water droplets from his face.
The water drops are crystal clear, and his hands are as clean, elegant and perfect as if they were carved from white jade.
However, there was a long scar on his arm, like a wound cut by a knife blade.
Han Qingyi put his hands on both sides of the pure white jade bathtub, closed his eyes, and transparent water drops fell from his long eyelashes, as lonely and fragile as tears.
He didn't open his eyes or make any other movements.
However, in the air that seemed to be still, his eyes seemed to have been pressed on the fast forward button, and scenes quickly passed by:
She covered her chest with her clothes, crying, and stretched out her other hand to grab the corner of his clothes.
"Brother Qingyi..."
She cried and called him.
...After the smoke of the fireworks that suddenly exploded, there were several large characters lined up in a row, shining brightly and dazzlingly: Tong'er Marry Me.
...The little girl slid down from the chair and knelt down beside him, shedding tears non-stop. The tears fell on the back of his hands and face.
She cried and said, "It was Tong'er who was not good and caused brother Qingyi to be injured."
... She bit her lip and let him untie her clothes, but she cried and said, "Brother Qingyi, is Tong'er naughty?"
...she said...
...she said...
...she laughs...
One scene after another, it's all about her.
It's all her!
She is smiling, she is crying, she is naughty, she is coquettish.
She is innocent, she loves to cry, she needs to be protected.
It's all her.
It's all her, it's all her!
It's all her, it's all her...it has become someone else's, her!
Han Qingyi still had his eyes closed, but suddenly there was a sound like a wounded beast coming from his throat. His hands gripping both sides of the bath suddenly tightened, and veins popped out on the back of his hands!
Suddenly, he let go of his hand, closed his eyes and sank under the bathtub again.
This time, he stayed inside longer, longer...
Perhaps, only this almost suffocating pain can make the pain in my heart feel a little better.
**On the afternoon of the next day, Han Qingyi was sitting in the hall of the Ning family, neatly dressed, with a face as white as snow and a face like jade, as if nothing had happened.
The reason why he came here was because Ning Ruhai asked him to come.
Ning Ruhai couldn't speak on the phone, but Han Qingyi understood everything as soon as he came to Ning's house - there were already more than a dozen boxes in the hall.
Some boxes contain antiques from the Han Dynasty, some contain gorgeous dresses and wedding dresses, and some contain very tacky jewelry that can drive women crazy...
Han Qingyi didn't take a closer look, just glanced at it slightly, and then sneered in her elegant eyes.
"Why go to all this trouble? Wouldn't it be much easier to just get a bankbook or the shares of Murong Group?"
Ning Ruhai looks very elegant. Although he is in his early fifties, he has the demeanor of a elegant scholar. At first glance, he looks like the type of person who has read poetry and books, which makes people admire him.
At this time, he looked at Han Qingyi cautiously, and his voice was lowered several times: "Qingyi, look at this... should I ask them to go back?"
Han Qingyi smiled slightly, turned around and smiled at Ning Ruhai and said, "Uncle Ning, why do you want to go back? These... are your future son-in-law's filial piety to you."
The more he said this, the more embarrassed Ning Ruhai looked like he was about to sweat.
"Qingyi...nephew...look at this..."
He really didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh, "Oh, it's all my fault for spoiling Tong'er. I'm so sorry for you!"
Han Qingyi was still smiling: "Uncle, what are you talking about? The love between a man and a woman cannot be forced. The so-called marriage is destined. Tong'er falls in love with him, and he also falls in love with Tong'er. What's the matter?
What's wrong? After all, the CEO of Murong Group will not let Tong'er suffer in the future."
Ning Ruhai suddenly felt that he was not sure what this nephew with a gentle and elegant smile was thinking, and he hesitated even more.
My hands were shaking a little.
"Qingyi, don't blame Tong'er. If you do, blame me for not disciplining her properly..."
"Uncle, Tong'er is very good, smart, well-behaved and sensible. If she wasn't so good, how could so many people like her?"
Ning Ruhai was suddenly startled.
"But you can relax. Tong'er has grown up in front of me. How can I just sit idly by and ignore her life-long events?"
I don't know why, but the more gentle, calm and jade-like Han Qingyi's smile became, the more chills Ning Ruhai felt down his spine.
His face turned slightly pale.
"Qingyi..."
"Uncle, don't worry, I have always loved Tong'er and hope she has a good ending more than anyone else."
However, her destination is not me.
The scar on Han Qingyi's arm seemed to hurt slightly at this moment, but the white sleeves covered everything, and there was no strangeness on his face.
"As long as she can be happy, I am happier than anyone else."
He smiled slightly.
"I...I want to say sorry to you on behalf of that girl Tong'er," Ning Ruhai looked at him guiltily, "It would be great if you are really willing to forgive him."
Han Qingyi stood there with his hands behind his back, his face was like jade, he was a handsome and noble young man.
He smiled at the nervous Ning Ruhai.
Of course, why don't I forgive her?
Of course, of course...I forgive her!
Because it was Murong Lie who made her betray me and take her away.
Murong Lie.
**Murong Lie did not expect that the person sent by the Ning family to discuss the marriage was actually Han Qingyi.
Han Qingyi was sitting there, calm and noble, but when Murong Lie saw him, it was like seeing a poisonous snake.
He had a frozen face and frowned without saying anything. When Ning Tong'er heard that someone was coming to the house, she immediately ran down from the second floor with a "dong dong dong" sound.
She was originally happy, flying down like a cheerful butterfly, but when she saw that the person sitting there was Han Qingyi, her pace slowed down and she stopped on the spiral staircase, with a look on her face.
He showed a timid expression.
Seeing her expression, Han Qingyi felt like countless knives were twisting in his heart, but there was no clue on his face. He just smiled slightly: "You are about to get married, and you still have such a childish temper, and you can't walk like this."
Not afraid of making people laugh."
Ning Tong'er looked at him carefully and felt that his expression was so gentle. It was as if the nightmare-like experience had never happened. It was as if he had taken off her clothes forcibly and almost raped her.
Such a familiar gentle smile was her former brother Qingyi, the brother Qingyi she knew.
All that was really just a nightmare.
She leaned on the armrest hesitantly and looked at him timidly.
Han Qingyi smiled slightly again: "What? You are going to be a bride, are you already separated from brother Qingyi?"
When Murong Lie heard this, the boss felt unhappy.
"She is my wife. If I am not married to you, I will live with no one else." With a cold sneer, he stretched out his hand towards the slender figure standing gracefully on the stairs, "Wife, come here."
Han Qingyi was not angry either. He seemed to have become the flawless and aristocratic young man he was before.
"Tong'er, come here." He said softly.
Ning Tong'er looked at Murong Lie's outstretched hand, and then at Han Qingyi who was looking at her tenderly. His eyes were clear and gentle. This gaze had been with her for more than ten years...and she had broken his heart!
She hesitated for a moment, then flew down the stairs, like a butterfly, her skirt flying, and then ran to Han Qingyi.
Murong Lie's outstretched hand fell empty, and his face suddenly froze.
His handsome face turned so dark.
He really wanted to beat someone up - Han Qingyi of course!
As long as he is around, Ning Tong'er will be biased towards him and not take him as her real husband seriously, am I wrong?
Not to mention there was an unknown amount of blood on his hands.
Murong Lie didn't know that there was a reason why Ning Tong'er chose Han Qingyi.
She was ashamed of Han Qingyi.
It was because Han Qingyi was so kind to her and pampered her unconditionally that she knew she had failed him.
However, love is something that cannot be controlled by others, nor can it be controlled by oneself.
She is destined to feel sorry for her brother Qingyi who was so kind to her.