Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The man whose back was blurred by the fog in front stood there and slowly turned around. His face was blurred, but through the outline, she knew that it was the Oriental world brocade

He stood there, wearing a khaki coat with a stand up collar and a dark red woolen V-Neck Sweater with a white shirt collar turned out from the inside.

He was wearing a long scarf, which was blown up by the wind.

One of his hands reached out to her as if he were silently asking her——

[Qingcheng, come with me.]

Just when she mentioned her steps to pass, the scene in front became more and more light, as if it was becoming pale. I didn't know that a light white light burst out somewhere, and then spread aimlessly

“……”

Ye Qingcheng opened his eyes blankly, a dazzling white, the surrounding walls are white, and the pure white window screen is shaking.

The angel and virgin painted on the wall are peaceful.

The light sunlight came in through the curtains.

Her consciousness wanted to come back a little bit. It was the pain all over and the sight covered with a layer of fog.

Ye Qingcheng was lying on a big bed. When she slowly propped up, a sharp pain came from the back of her hand. She subconsciously looked at it. Only then did she find that a hanging bottle was hanging on the back of her hand.

At the moment, in the white room, on the sofa in the corner, a man is sitting there. The pure black handmade casual suit and the black cloak outside have not come and taken off.

He propped his chin and seemed a little tired.

Ye Qingcheng was stunned for a second. His eyes subconsciously looked out of the window. The green plants were growing. The cobblestone walkway, the dense lawn and the pale golden sun shrouded a dreamy halo.

where's this?

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were slightly dizzy. After she sat up, she slightly helped her forehead to ease. When she was about to pull out her needle, there was a rustling sound in front of her.

Then a large dry hand covered her forehead.

Ye Qingcheng stopped.

"What are you running for?" the low pitched male voice is magnetic and sexy.

"I should go back," said Ye Qingcheng, with a stiff voice. "If you don't mind... Can you take me back now?"

"Go back?" Lucifer narrowed his eyes. "Go back to the Oriental manor?"

"..." Ye Qingcheng was asked by Lucifer. Where did she go back?

All her remaining memory is that Dongfang Shijin shot her that day

Then, a steady stream of blood poured out and dyed her eyes red. The pain all over the sky made her unable to breathe.

She also clearly remembered that day when her eyes were distracted, but she was trying to remember the Oriental world brocade

Looking down, ye Qingcheng saw her chest through her patient clothes. The wound was wrapped with gauze, there was no great pain, and her lower abdomen was still swollen

She pulled her lips and silently mocked herself - especially the child, which was her biggest mockery.

Dongfang Shijin shot her.

She's alive now.

"Where are you going?"

Ye Qingcheng's foot just touched the floor, and her warm hand suddenly pulled her arm.

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