Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Looking back, there were many men in court Earl clothes sitting on the card group sofas on both sides. Some people also wore high hats. Their clothes were extremely luxurious. It seemed that they wanted to travel through medieval Europe.

There are even men in black and white tuxedos with little crutches from the Chaplin era in their hands.

Leather boots, dark brown embroidered gold coat

There is a faint ethereal smoke in the air. Several men are smoking big pipes and talking happily. From time to time, there are hearty laughter in English with a strong British accent

No one seems to notice Ye Qingcheng's sudden entry. They are just talking. No one wants to communicate.

Ye Qingcheng combed his hair very meticulously today. It seems that the lines of his face are more clear and three-dimensional. In addition to his evil, he even added a bit of beauty.

Ye Qingcheng's heart suddenly tightened.

"Belle." Ye Qingcheng casually spun a name to get rid of Lucifer. Without a trace, she wanted to take away her hand. Unexpectedly, Lucifer held her wrist tighter and pulled her onto the sofa!

Ye Qingcheng didn't dare to struggle too violently. She didn't struggle for fear of attracting other people's attention. After all, she ran out secretly now... If she was caught by master Dongfang

Ye Qingcheng would rather be here, and then slowly escape from France.

"Miss. Belle." Lucifer pulled Ye Qingcheng onto the sofa next to him and raised his eyebrows slightly, "it's a pleasure to see you."

“……”

At this moment, all the people around looked sideways at Lucifer.

"Master Lu is so interested."

"Beautiful girl, very beautiful."

"Master Lu has a good eye."

The people around him didn't pay too much attention. After all, Lucifer's identity was there, and everyone knew that Lucifer was romantic and attracted countless girls. In particular, he now lacks a woman to give birth to his successor.

It's just that the maid seems too beautiful. Her eyes seem to be soaked with thousands of broken stars. There is a cold and arrogant expression on her face, fatal attraction, and her facial features are a kind of clear beauty

There was a cold sweat on Ye Qingcheng's forehead. Fortunately, those people didn't pay much attention. They just praised a few words faintly, and then turned to continue their conversation

"Let go of me." Ye Qingcheng whispered, but there was a hint of warning in his eyes.

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