Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

When we got to the study upstairs, it was empty and empty. The dark red curtains were pulled tightly, and the thick gray wool carpet.

The atmosphere was quiet and even a little cold.

Ye Qingcheng shivered and withdrew from his study. There was no man in his bedroom, side bedroom and balcony.

"Where's your young master?" Ye Qingcheng went downstairs, stopped a maid in the living room and asked with a strange frown.

She was asked to appear here in three hours, but he didn't appear?

Playing with her?

"Our young master is out," the maid replied in broken Chinese.

"When will you be back?" Ye Qingcheng asked again.

"No, I don't know..."

Sure enough, the horse hasn't seen him since he sent her in.

Ye Qingcheng had no choice but to look at the clock. It was only four o'clock in the afternoon. He had to sit on the sofa and wait.

He said that within three hours, I hope he can really come back.

Ye Qingcheng simply sat on the sofa, took out his mobile phone from his bag, opened it, and there was no message.

In three days, ye Liancheng didn't call her. I'm afraid she's worried.

Open the mailbox again, there is still no new email reminder in it.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes are a little sour. Now, there is no news about the only two people who are most important to her in her life.

Ye Qingcheng tried to call ye Liancheng. It was a cold mechanical female voice.

Lu Jingshen, too.

Ye Qingcheng rubbed her sour eyes and put her mobile phone back. At present, she can only solve things one by one.

At least, before looking for Lu Jingshen, she must solve Ye Liancheng's problem first.

After all, family... Is more important than love.

As time went by, the crystal light in the living room lit up and looked up at 18:31.

The servants didn't prepare dinner. Maybe their young master didn't go home for dinner.

Ye Qingcheng was a little angry. Three hours had already passed, and the man had no sign of coming back.

Playing with her? Deliberately brought her here?

Ye Qingcheng was so angry that he immediately picked up his bag and prepared to leave.

The housekeeper standing nearby didn't move at all. Ye Qingcheng remembered that the door was a fingerprint lock——

Generally, fingerprints or passwords are common, but obviously, ye Qingcheng can't do anything.

"Can you ask your young master when he will be back?"

"Sorry, Miss ye, you need to call the young master yourself."

“……”

Ye Qingcheng had to go back again. He was upset. He picked up his cell phone and dialed——

[sorry, the number you dialed is off, please redial later...}

Ye Qingcheng hung up, holding fire in his heart.

Is playing with her?!

She foolishly took the bait herself.

Ye Qingcheng didn't know when he was going to wait. Leaning on the sofa, he felt tired and sleepy.

The servants were also quiet and busy with their own affairs.

23:09 PM

A row of luxurious and domineering black Bentley motorcade stopped at the door of the villa, and the back door of Maybach opened in the middle——

The man in a dark gray suit got off the bus with shiny leather shoes and straight and slender trouser legs.

The face is carved, the lines are sharp and picturesque, and the temperament is noble, just like the king.

Dark brown short hair swept over the corner of the eyebrow, deep eye sockets, high bridge of the nose, and domineering and wild between the eyebrows.