Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"I told you to stop!"

This time, ye Qingcheng almost roared in a roaring way!

“……”

Lucifer was slightly stunned and didn't see ye Qingcheng clearly. At this time... What's the matter?

Did she regret it - after all, she made the decision yesterday, but why can she only see the thick sadness on her face, as if it was overflow and unbearable sadness?

This should not be the expression that people who regret should have.

The carriage stopped slowly, and the speed was not fast.

Lucifer had not asked her why, but saw that at the moment when the carriage stopped, ye Qingcheng jumped down from the carriage, carried his skirt and hurried to the back

She ran so fast that Lucifer was suddenly stunned. He didn't expect what had happened

"Young master...?"

Bishop sat in front of the groom. The carriage suddenly stopped. He opened the curtain and looked back. He also saw Ye Qingcheng running towards the back. He hesitated for a second and asked, "young master... Do you want us to catch up now..."

"Wait here."

Lucifer supported his forehead, and the fatigue on his face seemed to finally show up at this moment

Bishop's eyes were very sharp. At a glance, he could see that Lucifer was different at the moment

"Young master, are you not feeling well now? Otherwise, let's go back first... I'll order someone to pick up Miss Ye later?"

He asked with concern.

"No, wait here."

Lucifer was so tired that he held his forehead and didn't even lift his eyelids.

Ye Qingcheng ran all the way. The ground outside was uneven because the castle collapsed that day. She was also wearing a long lace skirt reaching the ground. She was very uncomfortable and even stumbling

With her skirt, her sight became blurred, as if covered with a layer of fog.

The stabbing pain in her heart spread at this moment. The figure standing in front seemed to become a fuzzy dot, and then turned into an invisible stab, which stabbed her hard in her heart

"Oriental world brocade..."

In Ye Qingcheng's mind, it seems that a voice is constantly roaring, circling around her heart and turning into an invisible Teng vine, which entangles her heart a little, gently and ruthlessly

The figure in front seems to shake, and then slowly skew

Ye Qingcheng ran hard, as if everything around her was becoming quiet. She could only hear the heavy breathing sound of Dongfang Shijin, as if she were whirling in an invisible cave, as if she were a fish daring to drink on the bank

Ye Qingcheng squatted on the ground and hugged the falling body of Dongfang Shijin, as if he felt his temperature becoming cold

Then, ye Qingcheng saw a strand of bright red silk thread, which slowly slipped and slipped along the bridge of his tall nose, winding out bright red traces all the way

Ye Qingcheng's brain was covered with a blank. She looked at more blood pouring out, the bridge of his nose, thin lips and his ears

Blood without exception

"Oriental world brocade..."

Ye Qingcheng's voice was sad, as if it were a little beast on the verge of death

Then ye Qingcheng saw the horse coming out of the castle and a cloak and robe in his hand fell to the ground.

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