Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

“Oh……my-lady……”

With a handkerchief in one hand and a skirt in the other, Mrs. Anna hurried to them.

"Oh, second young master... What's wrong with her? It's all my fault... I shouldn't go in and make strawberry puffs for Miss Hao. I should always be by Miss Ye's side..."

"Oh, child... Poor Miss ye, are you better... How did you become like this... Miss ye..."

The lower jaw of Dongfang Shijin was slightly raised, "you help Mrs. Anna to have a rest first."

"Yes."

The waitresses gathered around and took Mrs. Anna to rest.

"Mrs. Anna, you don't have to worry... Miss Ye just fell into an empty house. There's nothing wrong. You don't have to blame yourself too much," the horse went over and comforted Mrs. Anna. She was too guilty to speak.

“……”

Ye Qingcheng poked his head out of the arms of Dongfang Shijin. When he wanted to say something, Dongfang Shijin's footsteps had gone far. Mrs. Anna was held by the horse and others on the sofa in the living room and kept saying these things.

Dongfang Shijin hugged her and kicked open the carved door of the bedroom. When entering, the big bed still maintained the appearance when ye Qingcheng got up, which was a bit messy.

The bed curtain fell loosely in half.

Dongfang Shijin carefully placed Ye Qingcheng on the big bed. It was a deep crimson silk quilt with brown and dark gold gold hook embroidery, which were retro patterns of European courts.

Dongfang Shijin covered her with a quilt, sat by the big bed, took the slender gold wire guide for ignition from the drawer next to her, lit the candlestick on the bedside table, and skillfully took out the medicine box from the drawer on the third floor.

Ye Qingcheng poked his head out of the quilt and watched Dongfang Shijin skillfully search for drugs in the family medicine box, holding a small bottle of iodine and put it in front of her.

He opened the quilt and untied Ye Qingcheng's cloak. Her nightdress was terrible

It was not only torn and rotten several holes, but also stained with mud. Because the Oriental world brocade wrapped her so tightly, she sweated, stepped soft and cluttered on her body

"Well... I'll go... Cough... Take a bath first." of course, ye Qingcheng also noticed his embarrassment at the moment and coughed slightly.

Dongfang Shijin frowned and directly carried her into the bathroom in the bedroom.

There are luxurious gold carvings everywhere, a huge Jacuzzi, 6x6 meters, with gold carvings leading water outlets on both sides.

There was warm water inside. Dongfang Shijin didn't say a word. Ye Qingcheng stood there, but he felt a little strange.

Want to ask, but don't know how to ask?

He took the rose essential oil from the huge shelf next to him, dropped a few drops into it, and turned around.

Facing the clear eyes of Shangye Qingcheng, his black and bright eyes looked at him like a deer.

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