Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

When Dongfang Shijin and Mu Enron walked back one after another, Hao Weila was also helped up by several maids. Obviously, Hao Weila was badly hurt in this "fight". Today, she originally wore a long skirt with a simple cake train, but a whip from ye Qingcheng broke a piece of skirt corners.

And because she fell straight from her horse, it was inconvenient for her skirt to deal with the wound. The doctors cut her skirt from her knee.

So havila is in a terrible mess at the moment

She glared at Ye Qingcheng sitting there fiercely, and then proudly raised her chin. Dongfang Shijin and Mu Enron just sat on the chair opposite Ye Qingcheng, and Hao Weila certainly took part in the fun

Ye Qingcheng's heart aches violently.

Ye Qingcheng was bandaged by Lucifer. It is not only a racecourse, but also a small mini leisure area.

Like all kinds of desserts, fruit salads, fruit juices and platters are available.

Especially before, it was also the permanent equestrian field of the Oriental master. Nobles often came here to enjoy or visit, so it was very sufficient in terms of material.

"Eat here yourself. I have no appetite."

The maid served two plates of fruit salad and mango juice that ye Qingcheng liked. Ye Qingcheng glanced coldly and looked across. In front of the glass round table, Dongfang Shijin sat there, while Mu Enron and Hao Weila sat on both sides of him!

Didn't he say he never knew Ye Qingcheng? Well, ye Qingcheng never knew that Dongfang Shijin is a magneto king. He can talk to women everywhere!

Ye Qingcheng stood up and didn't want to eat and drink here. He walked coldly to the other side.

Lucifer sat there and walked forward by Ye Qingcheng herself. Anyway, she was injured and didn't walk fast.

Dongfang Shijin swept his eyes towards Lucifer, with a cold light in his eyes.

Lucifer took the rum wine handed over by the maid with ice. He sat there lazily, clinked his glass in the air and took a shallow sip. It was clearly a provocation to the Oriental world brocade in his eyes.

"Bang -"

The tall wine glass was knocked down on the glass table by him, saying whether it was heavy or light, making an obvious noise.

Lucifer looked at Dongfang Shijin and pulled his lips slightly with a cold and sarcastic smile. He was polite and alienated, but with obvious provocation.

He put his hands in the bag, walked slowly past the table of Oriental world brocade, and deliberately said to the front, "baby, why do you walk so fast when your leg is injured? Why don't I take you back to rest?"

Then Lucifer chased him, and ye Qingcheng coldly bypassed him, "don't let me take back the little thanks I have for you today."

"Angry?" Lucifer raised his hand and made a surrender, looking at the Oriental world brocade sitting there intentionally or unintentionally. "He looks like this."

"What's none of your business?"

"It's a big deal," Lucifer smiled. "Kick him out of your heart so that I can come in."

"Dream."

"I've always been a dreamer," Lucifer suggested with a brighter smile. "Why don't you make a deal with me to see if he really put you down or just pretending - I think the answer to this question, you also want to know, don't you?"