Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

His voice was dumb, even with a faint layer of fatigue. Ye Qingcheng suddenly rushed over. He just recovered and was almost knocked down by her.

"No..."

Ye Qingcheng stretched out his hand and hugged Dongfang Shijin's waist. His chin rested on his shoulder. Tears fell on the back of Dongfang Shijin, quickly dense and wet his shirt.

"Did you wake up today?" Ye Qingcheng's voice became foggy because of crying, like the candle light here, emitting a layer of foggy light through the aged glass cover.

"Well..."

"Dongfang Shijin..." Ye Qingcheng held him and burst into tears. "Why do you put me in such a place? I don't want to be here."

"I know." his voice was cold and quiet. I couldn't hear any waves.

In fact, he just kept all his words in his heart.

Next, he needs to deal with master Dongfang. At this time, ye Qingcheng must not appear outside. He needs to ensure her absolute safety, 100% safety, and no accidents, even 1%.

Especially now, there is a Lucifer outside. He clearly remembers that Lucifer was going to take ye Qingcheng on the day he was unconscious.

Ye Qingcheng has always been so firm. If he wants to stay with him, Lucifer must have done something to shake Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng wavered once, then Lucifer would threaten and lure him for the second time.

For these two reasons, it is absolutely impossible for Dongfang Shijin to let Ye Qingcheng leave here and appear outside.

"So can I go out... I don't want to be here," Ye Qingcheng raised his head from his shoulder and looked at him with hope in his eyes, "Master Dongfang hasn't come back yet, right? You can send me out secretly now... I can wait for you outside. I don't want to be here. I don't like it here... There is no you here, and I can't see you..."

"Here it is."

Dongfang Shijin answered her briefly, "wait for me here."

"But I..."

"No, but."

After the words of Dongfang Shijin fell, suddenly there was a brief silence in the air.

The candle light was burning quietly. A short candle was placed in the glass cover. The glass cover was yellow. Some years were mottled, and the light had some vicissitudes.

Dongfang Shijin suddenly stood up next to the big bed, "it's getting late... Qingcheng, you should go to bed. It's already 11:30."

"Oriental world brocade."

Ye Qingcheng sat there and looked at the tall figure of the Oriental world brocade. Suddenly, a light shadow fell on the wall.

She's calling his name.

The figure of Dongfang Shijin stopped.

"So what you're doing now... Is it the so-called asking me to be your lover?" Ye Qingcheng sat on the big bed. "If I remember correctly... Should I say, your wedding with Mu Enron is approaching, plus what I said on that day... So do you really want to imprison me here as your so-called secret lover?"

Ye Qingcheng looked at his back, inexplicably. Now looking at the figure of Dongfang Shijin leaving, she always had a very panic and unstable feeling in her heart.