Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng pressed down his tears, shook his body and walked forward.

However, before she stepped out, she heard the more violent sound of smashing something behind her.

Even pieces of glass splashed under her feet.

Dongfang Shijin was frantically venting and smashed the bedside table beside the bed. The glass bowls and glasses on it were all smashed to the ground. The glass was easy to touch the cold floor and flew everywhere

I tore off the needle tube on my hand, the blood overflowed, and the infusion bag was brought to the ground and broken

He is like a lion who has lost his mind, constantly destroying everything around him

Ye Qingcheng stood there, listening to the voice behind her. It was clearly behind her, but it seemed that it was thousands of distances, far, far

She still raised her feet and walked slowly towards the door. However, at the moment of leaving, ye Qingcheng slowly closed the door and slid down the door. She squatted on the ground, but her tears couldn't stop

Her hands were folded in her heart. The pain was unbearable. She squatted there slowly and pressed her heart hard.

Why is the heart so painful?

It's like being twisted back and forth by a knife.

Ye Qingcheng buried his face in his palm and choked his tears.

Dongfang Shijin smashed frantically inside. Maybe something like a desk lamp hit the door. The thin door panel vibrated violently and then burst into pieces.

The lamp, however, seemed to hit Ye Qingcheng's heart.

She cried silently, her shoulders shaking violently.

The sound inside continues.

She was really sad: on the one hand, she knew she was going to leave. She knew she should leave quickly, but at this time, her heart still hurt when she heard Dongfang Shijin hurt herself in it.

I told myself not to be soft hearted, but I can't resist what my heart wants.

Ye Qingcheng slowly stood up and told himself, just this time... Softhearted this time.

She put her hand on the door handle and opened the door with a slight force.

"Bang -"

A vase just broke at Ye Qingcheng's feet, and the flying fragments stabbed her calf.

Ye Qingcheng did not hesitate, but Dongfang Shijin stopped beating because she came back.

"Aren't you gone? What's the point of coming back?"

He opened his mouth coldly, and his voice was particularly silent in the thick night.

Forbearing anger is beating, and even depression, pain, and... A touch of light joy and hope.

"When you are angry, you always choose such a childish way," said Ye Qingcheng, standing there with pieces of the ground and her eyes red. "You have said countless times that you will change... But you still haven't changed, not once."

"What does it matter to you that I hurt myself?" Dongfang Shijin sneered coldly, raised his hand and knocked over the vase at hand, "but I would rather hurt myself than touch you, didn't I?"

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It was agreed to go home at three o'clock. There was a rainstorm at three o'clock. Without an umbrella, I had to wait outside for the rain to stop.

Today, I went to Linshi for physical examination. I won't be home until about 3 or 4 p.m. and I'll go home and have a rest. It's 2:47 a.m. now, the floor rolls to sleep. The ticket at 5 a.m. is... Tat, I think if the rest is updated at night, what