Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

She hit it with all her strength and didn't look over her face.

The steel pipe hit the glass and made a huge sound, and then there was an empty sense of falling, and the glass fragments were flying

After waiting quietly for 5 seconds, ye Qingcheng's face tingled slightly. Maybe the glass splashed and cut her cheek.

She turned her face gently. The glass was indeed a one-way mirror. She could not see the inside from the outside, but could clearly see the outside from the inside. However, because of the time, the isolation inside had become a little blurred, so ye Qingcheng could see a vague figure over there.

At that time, there was a woman standing over there.

There is a small sundry room. The inclined room is only 2 square meters. It is very narrow. It should be a little gap during construction, so it is dusty.

The woman over there looks familiar.

She is wearing a peacock blue skirt with a large open one-line collar. Her waist is very tight. She is wearing a very retro and elegant long skirt up to her ankles.

Her dark chestnut hair was loosely braided and slanted to one side.

The deep chestnut pupil is calm and calm. Her coral thin lips have some fine wrinkles next to them.

"Why are you here?"

Ye Qingcheng was stunned. She stood there and looked at the woman opposite standing inside. With a dark black background, she couldn't see what was behind, but she could see some broken brooms and some garbage. It was obvious that it had been abandoned for a long time.

She stood there as if she were a retro and beautiful picture.

She is the woman of the day, the woman who has been around the Oriental master, the woman who beat the Oriental master with a wine bottle when the Oriental master wanted to invade her

Celine.

If I remember correctly.

Since she saved her once, ye Qingcheng didn't have so much resistance to her. After all, the interpersonal relationships in the Oriental family are so complicated and dark. One person has helped himself and can have some trust more or less.

"Coming for you."

Xilin looked straight at Ye Qingcheng, calm in her deep chestnut eyes.

“……？”

Ye Qingcheng was stunned.

"Open the mirror. The button is under the wash table. After pressing it, push and pull the mirror to the side to open it."

Mrs. hilling knows her way.

"How do you know?" Ye Qingcheng was blindfolded and subconsciously saw a button in the shape of an ancient tin carved sun under the washstand. Perhaps it was a blooming sunflower, which was just below the washstand, about 5cm in size.

"Open,"

"Tell me why."

"I won't hurt you," said Celine, looking up, unable to see the edge in her dark chestnut eyes. "Hasn't it been proved before? If you want to know why I know this... Open this place."

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath and let Xilin stay inside. It's really not a thing.

Ye Qingcheng calmed his mood. It's only morning now. Dongfang Shijin will never come down.

She bent down and pressed her fingers on the stamens of sunflower. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain. She saw a little bright red blood secreted from the palm of her hand.