Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Sir? Sir has been in the study all night," Mrs. Daisy stepped forward and took the red curtain from her hand. "I hear it's a rainy day tomorrow."

Mrs. Daisy just came in to see what she was doing, closed her curtain, and turned out.

The room was empty.

Ye Qingcheng's breathing seems to become heavy. Tomorrow night, it will be the engagement banquet of Dongfang Shijin

According to Daisy Fu, Dongfang Shijin goes out by helicopter every day. Without her thinking, she can know that Dongfang Shijin must have been looking for her, right?

Dongfang Shijin is so persistent that she will be looking for her for a long time

She turned her eyes and breathed slightly. Her eyes glanced over the castle. There was no one in it

She doesn't want Dongfang Shijin holding another woman

No!

Ye Qingcheng felt as if a white light exploded in her mind. Then, it seemed that her reaction and breathing were slowly becoming heavy

Her heart is beating abnormally.

Almost the next second, ye Qingcheng jumped down from her chair. Her skirt was loose and her hair was messy.

All the way out along the wooden floor, ye Qingcheng knew that the pattern in the castle was the study at the end.

"Bang bang -"

She smashed at the door. "Open the door -"

"Bang bang -"

She hit the door relentlessly.

"Miss...?" Mrs. Daisy frowned at her, as if she was tired and always tossing back and forth with Ye Qingcheng, "the master won't come back until 8:00 p.m. and now it's less than 6:00."

“……”

"After your dinner, the master will come back." Mrs. Daisy looked at Ye Qingcheng who threw herself on the door and held her forehead slightly.

It's really the same as it was.

Ye Qingcheng slightly suddenly unscrewed the rotating handle. There was a faint smell of sandalwood. There were bear heads, wolf heads and a lion head hanging on the wall for decoration.

The floor was covered with a whole reindeer skin.

In front is a large desk, full of bookshelves on both sides, and the extinguished glass candlestick is placed on the table, quietly.

The brown curtain was pulled up, and there was silence and gloom.

Next to the wooden wall, the closed door should be the bedroom.

Ye Qingcheng seemed crazy. She walked back and forth again and again. She couldn't find the figure of master Dongfang. Only then could she be sure that she was really the only one here.

"Roll -"

Ye Qingcheng was angry. He raised his hand and waved all the things on the desk to the ground, and the crackling books and Lampshades rolled down.

Mrs. Daisy came forward to say something, but she also knew that ye Qingcheng couldn't listen to anything in this case.

She simply walked forward, picked up all the books knocked over by Ye Qingcheng, slapped the dust on them and put them back on the table.

She withdrew without saying a word.

Ye Qingcheng himself stood in the empty room, and Sen's old clock on the wall ticked away.

Quiet suffocation, people want to collapse.

Ye Qingcheng walked out slowly and sat down slowly at the door of the study. His hands seemed to protect himself and surrounded him.

She sat there blankly, her heart aching.

When she closed her eyes, she could see that in such a luxurious scene, Dongfang Shijin was walking on a long red carpet with other women in her arms