Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

There is only one thought in my mind, that is, with more force, I can leave this damn place!

Ye Qingcheng gritted his teeth and dragged the stone outward with all his strength.

One of the nails was broken because of the previous soil scraping. The pain in the heart was numb. Many of the hands were cut, and the bright red blood was stained with the stone.

Ye Qingcheng gasped slightly and repeatedly determined that the stone was not glued to the wall with cement.

Therefore, we can only drag it out with brute force.

Ye Qingcheng, insist. If you insist, you can go out and be free.

You can... See Lu Jingshen.

If there is a distance of 100 steps between me and you, I will take 101 steps in your direction, the last step, and walk into your heart

[Qingcheng, if I have been lucky three times in my life, it must be all about you.]

The first time I am lucky to meet you, the second time I am lucky to fall in love with you, and the third time I hope to be together all my life

Under the dim street lamp, his thin and tall figure stood there and stretched out a hand to her.

His face is like a wild rose under the bright moonlight. It is cool, thin and enchanting, but alone, there is only Ye Qingcheng's face in his dark brown eyes

The nose suddenly sour and tears almost burst out.

The heart beat violently. Ye Qingcheng gritted his teeth and dragged the stone

Suddenly, the strength in her hand suddenly loosened, and the stone came out of the hole. Ye Qingcheng was not prepared at all. Due to inertia, a heavy stone hit her hand directly.

"Hiss -" Ye Qingcheng took a breath. Fortunately, she was quick in eyes and hands and took a hand in time, but the stone rolled and still pressed on her right hand.

Suddenly, a violent pain like a fracture came, and the moment was cold and numb without a trace of pain.

Ye Qingcheng closed his eyes, took a deep breath and pulled his hand out from under the stone.

Numbness seems to have no feeling

Although the wet and soft soil cushions some strength

The wound of the palm and finger of the right hand can't bear to look directly. The blood is dazzling, and there is a lot of sticky and wet soil on it.

Ye Qingcheng didn't have time to deal with the wound on his hand. He immediately wanted to escape.

The numb right hand didn't respond at all.

A few seconds later, the pain woke up, and the real right hand seemed to be useless, tearing the heart and lungs.

A thin layer of sweat oozed out of Ye Qingcheng's forehead.

However, when she arrived at the hole, ye Qingcheng resisted the pain in her arm and turned back. She touched the maid's pocket, found a disposable mask and put it in her pocket. She tried her best to move the stone to the side of the hole, so that she could block the stone after she left.

In this way, it can also give bodyguards some confusing options.

No one would have expected her to get out of the hole. There is such a big stone outside. She looks weak. The bodyguards must not think about this. They will only think that she is returning the same way. Moreover, there are many winding paths here, and ye Qingcheng is easy to get lost. They don't know which way ye Qingcheng is going.

"How are you, miss?"

Suddenly, the bodyguard's awkward Chinese came, accompanied by a rustling sound.

Ye Qingcheng's heart suddenly panicked. He immediately pretended to be calm, and his voice was mixed with a trace of pain. "Wait a minute, my stomach hurts badly..."

“……”

"Don't come here, I'll be fine!"