Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you leave," Dongfang Shijin slightly lowered his head, and ye Qingcheng turned around, his face as pure as white lotus blooming in the moonlight. "The door is open, just go."

Ye Qingcheng stared into his eyes. There was no banter or displeasure on his face, or he had no expression, so ye Qingcheng had no way to guess.

With a suspicious look at him, ye Qingcheng immediately turned and walked out.

"As long as you can go out."

The cool male voice still couldn't hear any emotion. Ye Qingcheng's footsteps just paused and immediately walked out.

She doesn't mean she can't go out——

Her only skirt has been torn to pieces, and there seems to be no women's clothes here. Moreover, even if there is, the man may not give it to her.

Ye Qingcheng went out, and Dongfang Shijin followed her. She couldn't help wondering what she wanted to do.

She went straight to the wardrobe and opened the door. There were all men's shirts in it, but the quantity was not large. Someone should replace them every day or keep them in this cabinet for standby.

A dark shirt of one color.

Black, navy blue, dark purple.

Ye Qingcheng frowned, took out a navy blue shirt and put it on himself immediately. However, the shirt was too wide and his shoulders were drooping.

The length is not appropriate.

Under her thighs, it's obviously a little short. The most important thing is that she doesn't have underwear at all.

If so, her most fundamental personal safety will not be guaranteed.

On such a thought, ye Qingcheng continued to open the door of another wardrobe. Sure enough, there were a few men's trousers in it.

Take it out and compare it. It's a big part longer and very fat. She can't wear it at all.

But something is better than nothing.

Suddenly, ye Qingcheng remembered something and immediately walked to the bathroom.

Dongfang Shijin was not in a hurry. He sat lazily on the big bed and looked at the woman wearing his shirt. His eyes were familiar and interested.

He wanted to see what she was going to do.

Ye Qingcheng ran into the bathroom, took off the lace on the rattan basket containing petals next to the bathtub, just made a belt, and then tucked her shirt into her pants. She looked at the mirror next to the washstand with satisfaction.

At least it's much safer.

Dongfang Shijin vaguely saw the woman through the half closed door of the bathroom.

I couldn't help wondering how she put her pants on.

After a while, ye Qingcheng came out.

Navy shirt, Dark Khaki casual pants, high leg, just 5cm above the ankle.

The long black hair was a little messy and was gathered around the left shoulder. Although his face was pale, it was beautiful and lovely.

Lips are reddish.

He could wear his clothes with a retro smell.

Although it looks a little down.

"In that case... Thank you for your help, but similarly, you have done more hateful things to me. I hope we will have no contact after today."

No, she can't hide.

Although she suffers losses, she doesn't care. It seems that this man has a big head.

Ye Qingcheng said quickly and looked around the luxurious bedroom to make sure he didn't leave any personal belongings.

Dongfang Shijin didn't reply to her at all, and didn't seem to worry.

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath and opened the door.

Outside the door stood four bodyguards in uniform, even... With pistols in their waists.

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath and looked like real guys.