Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

But ye Qingcheng knows that the possibility is very small, because that window is not the window of Dongfang Shijin's bedroom or his study

Ye Qingcheng sat there like that, her eyes slowly became dim, and one of her hands slowly fell down and touched her slightly raised lower abdomen.

According to the days, their baby has been three and a half months.

But ye Qingcheng can only see the surface of what she should know. She has no time to prove it

For example, what is the relationship between her mother and master Dongfang?

Maybe there is really a relationship in it, but what about ye Qingcheng? Whose child is it?

She felt that things seemed complicated and confusing, and the Oriental master didn't show much disgust or like her.

It should be said that in Bai Jingli's mouth, master Dongfang hates Bai Jingmo, which means that maybe this resentment will be transferred to her, and she will replace it. But if it is really hatred, why did you have a clear fanaticism in your eyes when you saw Ye Qingcheng just that day

If he likes Bai Jingmo, this feeling will also move to Ye Qingcheng. However, after so many days, ye Qingcheng has not seen him come here again.

This feeling is the worst

But the only thing ye Qingcheng knows is that no matter what the Oriental master's feelings for Bai Jingmo are, she is the most dangerous.

Especially now she has a child in her stomach. She alone is unwilling to give up the hope of life. Especially with children, she will not give up hope easily

Subconsciously, ye Qingcheng still hopes that his mother has no relationship with master Dongfang

She vaguely remembered that people in the black market said that Claudia was the queen of the black market, and Brian was the God of the black market

Brian

Ye Qingcheng shook her head. She subconsciously rejected the answer, but on the other hand, the matter could not be explained.

Bai Jingmo is not such a woman at all. She is so gentle that she can't catch the word Lengyan at all.

In all ye Qingcheng's memories, his mother was sitting under the warm dusk, doing manual work needle by needle

Not even cosmetics.

Ye Qingcheng thinks she has a big head. Maybe she is a natural optimist. What she wants to think about now is not her life experience, but how to escape from here

Ye Qingcheng's eyes looked at the castle opposite, and his heart was in dull pain

Oriental world brocade

Her hand pulled on the windowsill and seemed to feel the pain starting from her heart and spreading everywhere

She closed her eyes, and in her mind was Dongfang Shijin and her. In that warm glass house, there were large snowflakes floating in the air. The sky was dyed dark purple, dark green and extreme dark blue by the dazzling aurora, just like a colorful river rippling in the sky

Little bits of broken diamonds are flashing

There are many fireflies in the air.

Qingcheng, you always like fairy tales, but life can be more fairy tales

She still remembers that day, Dongfang Shijin held her on the big round bed, kissed her ear, and his breath was in her ear

Suddenly, ye Qingcheng's heart suddenly hurt——

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