Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng looked at him like that, sad, unbelievable, collapsed

The cold muzzle of the gun went up slowly along Ye Qingcheng's belly

Slowly up

Against her heart.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes closed slightly, "you don't love me... But I love you and love you very much... Maybe it's true that I'm your methylethylpropionate, but you're the only one in my life. It's you who suddenly broke into my life and invaded my heart..."

“……”

"Is it true that everything we have has not moved you a little? Not a little?"

"No," he said cruelly.

"But... I don't regret it. I love you..."

Ye Qingcheng moved her lips. Before she said it, she clearly heard the sound of the gun loading in the air

Then

"Bang -"

Unprepared voice, sudden pain, ye Qingcheng opened his eyes, and his fragile eyes were a little lax

She tried her best to see the face of Dongfang Shijin and find out even the slightest message he pretended

No,

be quiet.

The bright red blood was gurgling out from ye Qingcheng's chest. Those beautiful and moving eyes were now empty. It seemed that the dying deer was looking at him

Dongfang Shijin coldly put away his pistol, as if all this had nothing to do with him. An empty and grand banquet finally ended.

"Pop pop --"

Master Dongfang sat there and applauded lazily. His eyes looked past. Immediately, a servant came forward, turned Ye Qingcheng's eyelids and explored her breathing.

“……”

The attendant shook his head.

Master Dongfang raised his head slowly and stood up slowly from his chair. He played the ash and put his pipe on the small round table next to him.

"It's a pity for me to see a woman in front of me, but so is life... People live in a specified environment and pay little attention... They are proud of being spoiled, Bang... No longer exist."

Master Dongfang narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Ye Qingcheng tied to the cross and dropped his head. The blood continued to drip down her white skirt and slowly slipped down her lower legs

He seems to be talking about ye Qingcheng, or reminding Dongfang Shijin

Dongfang Shijin handed the gun to the servant next to him and wiped it

He listened to master Dongfang's words in silence and coldness.

"Remember to attend the banquet next month on time." master Dongfang stood there, and the servant behind him tied his cloak. His face had a light smile, as if he had just enjoyed a play.

completely indifferent.

Dongfang Shijin stood there coldly.

Master Dongfang smiled, slowly raised his feet and wanted to go to the steps above.

There was no sound in the darkness, except the blood dripping on the floor, patter, patter, patter

There is a faint smell of blood in the air, which is getting stronger and stronger

Dongfang Shijin finally raised his feet indifferently and walked up the steps. In the darkness, only the faint yellow lantern was burning

Darkness, boundless darkness

The narrow repression is spreading, and the blood is surging