Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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The mobile phone suddenly vibrated, calling back Ye Qingcheng's free thoughts. She didn't look at the call prompt and directly pressed to answer.

The voice was tired. "Hey, what's up?"

"Very lost now?" a clear voice came from the other side of the mobile phone, which was somewhat comfortable.

Ye Qingcheng was not in the mood to listen to the man's nonsense and hung up directly.

But the cell phone bell rang again and again. Ye Qingcheng was very upset and said impatiently, "I warn you, don't pester me again!"

"Are you worried about your brother?"

The man's leisurely voice seems to be tasting tea.

Wearing a loose bathrobe, he sat by the swimming pool, with clear and slender knuckles of his fingers, holding a bone china gold wire carved tea cup.

The light wind swept his dark brown bangs and swept his three-dimensional and deep eyebrows and eyes.

Holding a cup of mellow black tea in his hand.

It seems to be a beautiful painting.

"..." Ye Qingcheng was stunned. Now she really looks like a headless fly. She doesn't know how to solve it.

Even without a clue, it's completely like a blow.

But then, ye Qingcheng became vigilant, "how do you know I'm worried about my brother?"

She just came out of the police station and learned about her brother. The next second, he called.

Among them, ye Qingcheng was surprised.

"I care about you so much that I naturally pay special attention to the things around you."

The Oriental world brocade tasted the black tea in her hand, and the entrance was rich and mellow, as if she was tasting her sweetness.

Gently close your eyes and her body appears in front of him.

It seems that somewhere is slowly waking up.

"....." Ye Qingcheng held his mobile phone, then was stunned and subconsciously looked aside, but there were no suspicious vehicles or people around?

"I can help you solve it," said the other end of the phone. The red lips of Dongfang Shijin were slightly hooked. A smile meandered, but it made people shudder.

The housekeeper took the teacup in his hand, picked up the blue carved teapot and refilled it for him.

"Really?" asked Ye Qingcheng with a cold smile, "I don't believe you have such a great ability."

"Don't you think your brother is wronged?" a delicate porcelain bowl turned in his slender hand, which was full of black tea. "Ye Qingcheng, there is nothing I can't do in the world."

"I have the evidence that your brother was framed. You can see it when you come."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Look forward to seeing you again in three hours, Miss wildcat."

This time, before ye Qingcheng hung up, there was a busy tone.

Ye Qingcheng always feels strange when he grabs his hair, but he doesn't know why?

Somehow, the man's words seemed very deterrent, but ye Qingcheng didn't know his specific identity.

Ye Qingcheng holds his mobile phone and stands on the busy roadside. Suddenly, he feels exhausted.

To tell the truth, ye Qingcheng didn't want to contact the man and even hated going back there.

However, he said that he had evidence that ye Liancheng was framed?

This man is infatuated with her. Ye Qingcheng knows that his ability to control her news anytime and anywhere is by no means difficult.

After a little thought, ye Qingcheng couldn't help but have a plan in his heart.