Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The Oriental master watched her clean up without too much expression. He opened the chair in front of her, took a deep sip of his pipe and spit out a faint mist.

Ye Qingcheng felt her throat and hair choked, and her tears were quickly wiped clean by her, so she wanted to get up.

There are at least 15 servants next to master Dongfang, all blocked in this small room.

"Get out of the way -" Ye Qingcheng was in a bad mood and didn't say anything in a good tone.

The maid and bodyguard didn't listen to her.

"Why are you crying?" master Dongfang was unmoved and sat there watching Ye Qingcheng stand up.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. Through the light reflected in the dusk, ye Qingcheng's back standing there was slowly turning yellow

Time seems to have changed into a brick alley more than 20 years ago, where a woman with long hair stood with a high slit white lace skirt.

When she looked back against the light, the brilliance plated on her face was so holy and beautiful that the whole world lost color in a moment

The ash from the pipe suddenly burned his hand. He took away his thoughts and looked at Ye Qingcheng standing there.

"It has nothing to do with you," said Ye Qingcheng, who was so cold that he was about to move forward, but the waitresses were blocked there. Ye Qingcheng couldn't go anywhere.

"Bring me the things in her hand." master Dongfang sat there, slightly cocked his legs, overlapping his legs. Under the golden light of this charming dusk, he looked like an old gentleman in his 30s, with an yuppie temperament, not like a man in his 50s.

That kind of evil and arrogant temperament is very similar to the Oriental world brocade.

When ye Qingcheng saw that the maid around him was coming to rob the kraft paper bag, ye Qingcheng grabbed the ignition lead used to light the candle.

"Click -"

Before the crowd reacted, ye Qingcheng pressed the switch of the slender ignition lead, and the flame erupted from above.

"I said, nothing makes me unhappy - if so, it must be your face that makes me feel disgusted."

Ye Qingcheng ignited the kraft paper bag angrily and shook it with his hands. The flame ran higher and burned instantly

She kept shaking, threw the burning kraft paper bag on the ground, threatened the maid standing in front of her with a lighter in her hand, "get out!"

The maids were startled by Ye Qingcheng's appearance and stepped back one after another.

Ye Qingcheng hurried out with his skirt. A heart beat but not so nervous, as if he had calmed down a lot

She knew that she could not let master Dongfang know the news, because once master Dongfang knew the news, she and Dongfang Shijin would be completely crushed.

Although Ye Qingcheng knows that she and Dongfang Shijin need to break up slowly, she really can't do it for a while. She also knows how difficult it is to give up a person.

She admitted that her heart is still a little selfish. Even if she doesn't want anything, she will just nest behind Dongfang Shijin and be his lover. As long as she can be with him

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