Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

This seems to be an ordinary woman, insignificant, well protected at home before marriage, and never exposed to the media.

Because even ye Qin's wedding with her is very low-key.

However, Dongfang Shijin has no interest in the photos of Bai Jingmo.

"Young master, do you want us to pick up Miss ye now?" the horse reminded, waiting for the young master's reply.

"No," the finger of Dongfang Shijin crossed the delicate and lovely little face on the screen, with thin lips slightly hooked, "she will come by herself."

"Yes."

Although Ma Zi doesn't know why the young master said so, since the young master said so, he must have a plan for the next step.

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In the small bedroom, the curtains are half closed. The woman on the bed wakes up and turns her head. The man is still sleeping.

The sky outside was just white, and there was a trace of dark blue.

The light shines through the light gray curtains and falls in the bedroom, unspeakably quiet and quiet.

Qin Zhao turned his face and looked at the man beside him.

The tall bridge of the nose, the thick eyelashes drooping, and the firm lines are not particularly handsome, but they are durable, especially his calmness and give people incomparable peace of mind.

His face was shrouded in a faint light.

Qin Zhao stretched out his hand and gently depicted the outline of his face, sliding through every inch of his skin.

His eyebrows were still shrouded in a faint layer of fatigue.

The big bed is messy.

Qin Zhao's eyes were nostalgic and deeply looked at Ye Liancheng's face, which was deeply engraved in his mind.

On his neck and his bare chest, there are still exclusive traces left by her.

Last night, Qin Zhao was surprisingly enthusiastic and obsessed

The outline of his lips was carefully depicted. Qin Zhao approached and couldn't help kissing his thin lips.

Then he got up, picked up the bathrobe on the chair, got up quietly, and tried not to make any noise.

Bring the door quietly.

Open the refrigerator, there are still a lot of surplus vegetables and eggs.

She poured oil into the pot, unscrewed the natural gas, heated it and knocked an egg on it.

Zila Zila's oil splashed, and Qin Zhao's heart suddenly felt as painful as a needle.

Just then, the mobile phone vibrated——

[half an hour, the car is outside.]

There seems to be a big stone on her chest, but Qin Zhao knows that her whole life is doomed not to really fall in love with anyone.

She can only serve the Oriental family until she dies.

There is no freedom.

It seems unfair, but there is no choice. Since she was a child, she was trained by Dongfang family.

Without the Oriental family, she is just an orphan and can't even survive in this world.

With high-intensity physical training and psychological training, she can be a close bodyguard, a spy and a business assistant.

But she was destined to serve Dongfang family in this life, which was destined when she was born.

She can't have any feelings.

But my heart still hurts.