Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Tomorrow?" Xilin didn't force. Seeing that ye Qingcheng could promise, she already felt it was really difficult. "Or the day after tomorrow? You need to tell me in advance, because I need to arrange people to take you out of here."

"Probably... In three days."

Ye Qingcheng gave a date that was not very detailed, and took a deep breath. "I still need to deal with some things in three days."

"I'll wait for you here in three days. As for the broken glass... Lock the bathroom and don't let Dongfang Shijin see it," Xilin said, changing the topic. "It's boring here? Do you want to see something about... Baijingmo here?"

"Yes."

Ye Qingcheng answered, but his heart was complicated.

Ye Qingcheng also knows that Dongfang Shijin is so stubborn. When she said she wanted to leave yesterday, he refused to turn around at all.

Now, maybe this is a good way - at least we can configure him with some drugs. Ye Qingcheng doesn't know how long he can last for the remaining few pills.

Celine walked out to the living room. There were dark brown mosaic carpets on the floor, vintage glass coffee tables and glasses on them.

Xilin slightly bent down and pulled out a small rattan basket from under the tea table. There were some regimented wool and some woven things: a pair of woven small socks, a pair of small gloves and an unfinished sweater.

Ye Qingcheng looked at those things. She had no doubt that they were made by Bai Jingmo - her mother used to sit on the balcony and knit some small ornaments when she was young.

Ye Qingcheng walked over and gently picked them up. He always felt that there was still a smell of white Jingmo on these things

Ye Qingcheng felt a little sour in his heart. He picked up a pair of woven small socks, but he always felt that his heart was blocked.

"Bai Jingmo is here..."

"Click -"

Xilin just opened her mouth. She must be trying to say something. It should be about ye Qingcheng's mother. She hasn't said it yet. There were bursts of "click", "click" and "click", which sounded more like a chain.

Immediately, Celine realized that it was the sound of the elevator.

Ye Qingcheng just reacted.

Xilin immediately put down her woolen socks and gloves and ran to the nearby study.

"Will you come again?"

Ye Qingcheng took the skirt and followed Xilin to the study.

She watched Xilin open the door neatly, then push and pull the mirror aside, turn over neatly and jump back to the black room.

"Three days later," said Celine, holding her skirt to the other side, as if she were opening the secret door over there, "today, you should think of a way not to expose it."

"OK."

Ye Qingcheng nodded and watched Xilin close the mirror. Except for the small broken black hole, there seemed to be invisible darkness leading to the unknown place, giving people a strange and nameless fear.

The mirror was closed. There was only a little rustling sound over there. Ye Qingcheng couldn't hear anything. Then he turned his head again and was about to go out from the outside.

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