"If you have anything to say, just say it and leave as soon as you're done." Ning Tong'er said to the manager angrily.
"Miss Tong'er..." The manager was very embarrassed. Although he knew that Ning Tong'er must also be very angry, the gray nose was embarrassing enough.
He wanted to tell Ning Tong'er his difficulties. But Ning Tong'er glared at him again, her big eyes full of anger.
"Let me tell you first. Since I have promised you, I can't keep my words without keeping them... unlike some people who tell lies with their eyes open and deceive others!" She didn't even hint at it, she just made it clear.
"We despise the deceitful old fox," "So Murong Lie and I will still wait until the earl comes back and see him before leaving. But, we just want to see him once, and we will leave after seeing him!"
She was absolutely furious.
To be honest, if she didn't want to talk, she and Murong Lie really didn't want to meet that abominable Earl. Not to mention Murong Lie, if it wasn't for her sake, Murong Lie wouldn't have met that person.
The biological father who has no emotion at all, only endless resentment and hatred.
"Miss Tong'er..."
"Stop calling me, I can't bear it. Besides," Ning Tong'er said sarcastically, "I don't want to talk too much to people who tell lies with open eyes, otherwise I will be taken in by others, and I will be
You have been cheated and you still have to count money for others without even knowing it."
It's all because she trusts people too easily and was deceived by the old fox.
The manager sighed and said, "Miss Tong'er, please forgive me. But what happened today really happened for a reason."
Ning Tong'er stared at him: "Keep making it up."
The manager couldn't laugh or cry: "Miss Tong'er, I really didn't lie to you."
"laugh."
The manager had no choice but to say to her: "Miss Tong'er, can you come with me to the room where the young master's mother was alive?"
Ning Tong'er stared at him, making it clear that she didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore.
The steward insisted: "Please believe me for the last time. As long as you see it, you will understand."
Ning Tong'er turned her head and glanced at him, flattened her mouth, and finally chose to "believe him for the last time."
**After Ning Tong'er saw the room where Murong Yao'er lived before her death, she came out of the room without saying a word.
Obviously, she saw something that particularly surprised her.
But, she had no way to say it.
Returning to her and Murong Lie's room, she saw Murong Lie sitting under the baroque crystal table lamp, flipping through a thick original thread-bound book, then walked up to him and whispered to him: "Murong Lie
Lie, let me tell you something."
Murong Lie put a silver bookmark on the page of the book he was reading, then smiled at her and said, "What's the matter?"
He paused and smiled evilly: "However, if you can call me husband instead of calling me by my first and last name, no matter what it is, I can agree to it first without you having to ask."
This guy... Ning Tong'er was originally in a heavy mood, but now she was amused by him.
"You have to remember what you said, don't be a simp." She walked over, put her hands on his shoulders, thought about it, and whispered: "Actually, I know you are thinking about what you saw this afternoon.
Angry about things."
Murong Lie took her little hand on his shoulder with his backhand, pulled her to his knees and sat down.
"As long as you know," he glanced at the door indifferently, "did that annoying manager talk to you again and fool you into coming over to be his lobbyist?"
"How can I be so stupid? It seems like I am often deceived by others." Ning Tong'er muttered dissatisfied.
"Isn't that right? The biggest scam you have encountered is that you were deceived by me," Murong Lie said with a bad smile, "I was deceived into becoming my wife, haha."
Ning Tong'er punched him hard: "Okay, you! That's too much! Did you listen to what others said? Why do you always make fun of me when nothing happens?"
"Because I know you are worried about me," Murong Lie sighed, held her hand, lowered his head and kissed her slender little hand, "I don't want you to worry about me, I want you to be happy.
"
"So even if you are angry, you try to control yourself." Why doesn't Ning Tong'er not understand him? "Actually, I know that if it weren't for me, you would have turned around and gone back to China, and you would never have fallen in love again.
One step away from Desen Castle.”
The two men know each other very well.
Murong Lie lowered his head and kissed her on the top of her head, but just smiled and said nothing.
She knew what he was thinking.
He didn't want to say anything more.
Indeed, if it weren't for her, he wouldn't even want to see Edson Castle, which made him irritated all over, let alone meet the man he hated so much.
The relationship between father and son is bullshit, blood is thicker than water, he will not accept this!
Ning Tong'er lowered her head and drew several circles on his palm with her little hand. Murong Lie was made to laugh by her, and he immediately wrapped his big hand around her little hand: "If you tease me again, I won't care about you.
Are you tired from the journey, so I’m going to eat you now?”
Ning Tong'er chuckled: "You're such a pervert, wolf, do you only think about this?"
After saying that, she said seriously: "Murong Lie, to be honest, it's not that I am lobbying for the manager and the others. Well, he has explained it to me... But you know that he cares about you, the young master, in the future.
Lord Earl Edson..."
Murong Lie snorted coldly.
He doesn't care about the identity of the next Earl Edson.
Give it to him, he won’t be surprised!
"It's just that it's not because of his explanation," Ning Tong'er whispered, "after I saw the room where your mother was alive..."
Murong Lie immediately clenched his jaw and tightened his brows together.
Ning Tong'er gently stroked his eyebrows and sighed: "No matter how much you mind, it's a fact. I know you're sad, but do you know?"
Murong Lie frowned and looked at her.
Ning Tong'er's clear eyes looked into his.
"I think the reason why the Earl has never visited your mother's cemetery, never visited your mother's grave, or even allowed others to visit her grave..."
Murong Lie's face is ugly, really ugly!
If someone else said this to him, he would probably throw that person out with a wave of his hand.
"I think it's because he simply doesn't accept the reality of your mother's death."
Murong Lie raised his strong eyebrows and narrowed his black eyes at her.
Ning Tong'er sat on his lap and whispered: "To put it bluntly, he is actually still living in the illusory world where your mother is still alive and still alive, and he does not accept the fact that your mother has passed away."
Murong Lie thought for a moment, but was not moved by it. Instead, he sneered: "You mean, this old man actually has a brain problem?"
Ning Tong'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She raised her little hand and hit him: "Old man, you!"
Murong Lie snorted angrily: "Okay, let me put it another way, does this mean he has a psychological problem or is he a mental patient?"
Ning Tong'er was really confused by his sarcastic tone and harsh words.
She had almost forgotten how much Murong Lie hated the Edson family and Earl Edson, his biological father.
Ning Tong'er sighed and said, "If you go and take a look, maybe you can understand why I said this."
However, Murong Lie's face was ugly, not only showing disgust, but also a look of fear - the overbearing and conceited Murong Lie also had times of fear.
Because Edson Castle has always been the source of his nightmares, if he could, he would never want to think about what happened here again.
He was silent for a while and said, "I don't want to know at all."
Then, he reached out and covered her mouth: "You are not allowed to be a lobbyist for them anymore."
He said with a cold sneer: "If possible, I would like to stay as far away from them as possible."
Ning Tong'er covered her mouth, opened her big eyes, and looked at him helplessly.
Forget it, she gave up...
Maybe now really isn't a good time.
**It’s past one o’clock late at night.
The best VIP room in Edson Castle.
The strong bronze arms held the girl's white and delicate shoulders tightly with possessiveness, and the other hand crossed her flat and soft belly and held her catkins tightly.
The girl had her eyes closed, her long eyelashes hanging down, and she was sleeping extremely peacefully in the man's arms.
Suddenly, her beautiful eyebrows frowned, and then her eyes opened.
——She heard something outside the door.
She woke up, pouted and rubbed her eyes, then reached out and gently pushed the handsome man holding her: "Murong Lie, Murong Lie, did you hear something?"
Murong Lie drank a little wine before going to bed, and now he fell into a deep sleep. It was not because of the alcohol, his drinking capacity was more than just the average person who would not get drunk after a thousand cups.
He was just extremely unhappy because of the scene he saw at his mother's cemetery during the day, so he drank with great displeasure.
Ning Tong'er thought for a moment and decided not to wake him up.
It was indeed difficult for him. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have stayed here at all, and would have just turned around and left.
Ning Tong'er decided to let him have a good sleep, so she lifted up the quilt and got out of bed quietly.
Wearing slippers and pale pink pajamas with blue trim, she gently opened the door and walked out without making any sound.
The gorgeous Baroque crystal lamp in the corridor was emitting a dim yellow light, and the sound that had woken her up just now seemed to have disappeared.
Ning Tong'er stood at the door and glanced at the corridor hesitantly, thinking that maybe she had heard wrongly, or that she was dreaming and taking it as reality?
She moved her steps, wanting to return to the room, return to Murong Lie's arms and continue sleeping, but suddenly there was a "pang" sound, as if something was thrown hard onto the furniture, and then fell to the floor.
sound.
Ning Tong'er was very sure this time that it wasn't her hallucination.