But he wouldn't be stupid enough to say this. If the little thing said to him, "I have emotional mysophobia and physical mysophobia, get out of here and I won't care about you!"
Then doesn’t he make Tiantian unworthy and the earth and earth ineffective?
Murong Lie said to himself: He will be a good husband who will be loyal to her alone.
He knows he can do it, he can do it with 100% pampering and care.
And...loyalty.
Ning Tong'er felt a little sweet, but also a little disbelieving, and snorted: "Oh, really?"
Murong Lie looked at her arrogant little look and couldn't help but secretly lowered his head and kissed her smooth white shoulder.
"Of course, I will be the best husband, don't you believe it?"
He raised his eyes and said seriously.
Ning Tong'er snorted again, so she wouldn't tell him that she felt sweet in her heart!
"Well..." she prolonged her voice, and was somewhat pleased to see him raise his eyebrows and look at her with bated breath, "This depends on your future performance, huh!"
She hasn't told him yet what the Earl told her.
Just wait a moment and talk.
Don't let this guy think that you can't wait to marry him, don't make him proud of your beauty!
"Yes, yes, yes, Miss Ning Tong'er is Murong Lie's emperor and queen. From now on, Murong Lie will only obey Miss Ning Tong'er!"
Ning Tong'er immediately looked at him with contempt at this smooth talker. Although she felt very pleased, she snorted again, expressing her contempt for his smooth talk!
Murong Lie laughed softly when he saw it, and his originally suppressed and dark mood gradually relaxed.
She is like the brightest sunshine, always shining into his heart when he is at his darkest and gloomiest.
Murong Lie indeed fulfilled his promise to be the best husband.
He first put on Ning Tong'er's underwear, then put on a long-sleeved T-shirt for her daily wear, and then put on a sweater for her.
Under his careful and considerate actions, Ning Tong'er was confused.
"Murong Lie, I am in the hospital."
Murong Lie put the sweater on for her, and then helped her straighten the collar with great gentleness. The evil CEO instantly became a 100% virtuous husband.
Ning Tong'er looked at him doubtfully, and Murong Lie raised his eyes just in time to see her puzzled gaze. His heart moved, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he almost pounced on her again.
He took off the clothes she had just put on and threw them onto the bed!
His breathing was quickened, but he just raised his slender fingers, held her delicate white cheeks, and kissed her gently on the lips.
"Aren't you unwilling to stay in the hospital? I'll take you back."
**China.
Han's private villa.
The doorbell rang, Lan Ning saw the figure captured by the camera on the monitor, curled his lips, and asked the doorman to let him in.
Lan Ning was wearing a light blue sweatshirt today and a pair of black-framed plain glasses on his face. He didn't look awkward at all, but more cute.
He frowned, curled his lips, and watched the two people walking up the stairs.
The man in front of him was tall and thin, with a handsome face and a head of blond hair that stood out.
Behind him was of course the confidant who was wearing a black outfit and had been following Master Mark for thousands of years.
Lan Ning looked at the large bouquet of flowers held by Master Mark and frowned deeper: "Don't tell me that you went out early in the morning to buy flowers again!"
Master Mark smiled, but as usual, the smile did not reach his eyes.
"Lan Ning, you, Master Han, don't have any objections yet."
I mean, you deserve to talk too much.
Lan Ning snorted and rolled his eyes: "We, Mr. Han, don't care about these flowers either. I also threw away all the white roses you brought over by air when you were in England, not to mention these."
Master Mark spread his hands: "That's right. How can these vulgar flowers be worthy of the fresh and refined Young Master Han?"
He casually threw a large bouquet of lilies in his arms to his confidant behind him, and spread his hands: "But, I really can't find anything worthy of Master Han?"
Lan Ning had goosebumps all over the place.
Damn you, what fresh and refined adjectives are used to describe women should not be used on our powerful, cold-blooded, perfect Young Master Han!
Damn Huang Maogui, I feel disgusted when I see you. You dare to take advantage of our Young Master Han - pervert!
If Master Han hadn't joined forces with you, I would have blown you into a pile of flesh and blood.
Go to hell.
Lan Ning's frown deepened. He really didn't have the eyes to look at this annoying young master Mark, and the confidant behind him who used to like to browse the Han family's villa. They were really disgusting everywhere.
"You just go out and wander around," Lan Ning said sarcastically. "I heard that Murong Lie and his gang are looking for you everywhere and turning the UK upside down. I don't know what you did. Hum, you'd better keep going out.
If you wander around and meet Murong Lie's people, some of you will look good."
If so, he would be happy.
Both Murong Lie and Master Mark are so annoying, it's better to fight each other fiercely. If the dog bites the dog, he can watch the show.
Master Mark curled his lips at Lan Ning: "Lan Ning, you really care about me."
"But don't worry, my dear brother would never have dreamed that I am now in China, at Master Han's house, and their people are still looking for me everywhere in the UK." Regarding the fact that he was being hunted and wanted by the Edson family.
, Master Mark was very understated.
Lan Ning was so angry that his eyes widened.
Bah, who cares about him? Who feels relieved.
Shameless, he wished that Murong Lie would catch him, gouge out his eyes, and make him look at my Young Master Han with that disgusting look!
He rolled his eyes, turned and walked away.
Master Mark looked at Lan Ning's walking away, with a twisted and sinister look in his eyes, then raised the corners of his mouth and walked towards Han Qingyi's study.
This time, his confidant just stood guard at the door and did not go in.
Obviously, Master Mark wants to go in and "pick up" Mr. Han.
Master Mark entered the mahogany study room, which was spacious enough for horse racing. The antique study room perfectly matched Han Qingyi's temperament. The antique copper stove on the desk was lit with elegant incense, and white smoke curled up, like a fairyland.
And Han Qingyi's slender and elegant white figure looked like a shadow through the heavy white smoke, as if it was not a real person.
Master Mark happily called out: "Master Han."
Han Qingyi stood at the window with her back to him and did not move.
Master Mark shamelessly shouted again: "Young Master Han."
No matter how much Han Qingyi disliked him, he became more and more courageous with every setback.
Han Qingyi finally turned around. Wearing a snow-white gown, he really looked like a person from an ancient Chinese painting. He was extremely beautiful and elegant.
However, at this moment, there was some dangerous emotion surging faintly on his noble and elegant face.
His eyes were sinister and bottomless, looking at Master Mark's face as if they were going to burn through his face.
Master Mark still smiled cheekily and walked towards him: "Young Master Han, you know..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Han Qingyi's hand in his white sleeve moving for some unknown reason. Young Master Mark felt his eyes blurred, and a spinning shadow flew straight towards him as fast as lightning. He then
I was stunned for a moment, and a sharp pain stabbed my cheek, a bone-piercing pain.
Master Mark looked back at the thing that spun around and was nailed to the wall. It was already stained with his blood.
He was still in a daze, as if he hadn't come back to his senses. He raised his hand and touched his stinging face. He immediately grinned and let out a moan.
He really saw the bones, and bright red blood flowed all over his hand.
He was not angry, he just asked: "Master Han, what's wrong with you?"
Han Qingyi didn't say anything, but he raised his hand. This time, the sharp weapon came directly towards Master Mark's eyes. Master Mark was shocked because Han Qingyi actually wanted to dig out his eyes!
Fortunately, he hid quickly, otherwise one of his eyes would have been completely destroyed.
However, he was not lucky enough to dodge quickly, and then the same sharp weapon spun again and flew over very quickly, its tail like dragonfly wings shining with a cold and bright light.
Young Master Mark had just escaped from his eyes, but this time he did not escape. One of his legs was slashed directly.
Blood flowed from his trouser legs.
He knelt on the mahogany floor with one leg in embarrassment, looked at the sharp tool nailed to the floor, then raised his head, gasped, and said in embarrassment: "Young Master Han, what's wrong with you?"
Han Qingyi still didn't answer, and this time he raised his hands again. Master Mark quickly raised his hands: "If you have something to say, say it well. If you have something to say, say it well. What on earth do I have to make you unhappy?"
Half of his face was stained red with blood, and blood was constantly flowing down. His trouser legs were also covered in blood. It looked as if someone had poured a basin of blood on it, which was terrifying.
The thing cut so deeply that he felt the wound reached to the bone.
It hurts terribly.
Han Qingyi's fingertips were long and beautiful, and he slowly stretched out from his white sleeves, holding a sharp weapon with dragonfly wings.
Master Mark immediately raised his hands and knelt on the ground with one leg: "Young Master Han, if you have anything to do, please tell me slowly."
Han Qingyi walked over slowly, suddenly picked up his collar, and punched him in the face: "What did you do to my Tong'er?"
Then he punched me again!
Master Mark's face was hit so hard that his face, which had no blood, was probably about to swell.
Han Qingyi looks elegant and elegant, but his attacks are really cruel, heavy and poisonous.
Master Mark quickly raised his hand and grasped the fist.
"Master Han, what's wrong with you?"
Han Qingyi raised his leg and kicked him hard. Master Mark was almost beaten to death by him.
"What did you do to my Tong'er?" Han Qingyi's cold voice finally revealed a hint of anger, and he wanted to kick her down again.