Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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Ye Qingcheng on the other end of the phone is a little silent. She can't be sure why Dongfang Shijin is angry. If it's because of the study, ye Qingcheng always feels reluctant - if it's really because of that thing, Dongfang Shijin will be out of breath.

It should be his work.

"I'll hang up first... I'll call you again if you have time..."

"Doodle doodle..."

Before ye Qingcheng finished her words, she heard the voice that the phone was hung up. She was stunned. Holding her mobile phone, she suddenly felt a little sour.

Why did Dongfang Shijin suddenly become so indifferent

Ye Qingcheng can't tell the reason. She can only comfort herself. It's just a matter of his work. When he comes, she can ask

However, ye Qingcheng put down her mobile phone, but she always felt a little distracted, because her heart was always thinking about Xilin.

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath. At present, there is no solution. He can only wait here.

Dongfang Shijin held his mobile phone and couldn't hear the voice there for a long time. He thought Ye Qingcheng hung up and took away his mobile phone. It turned out that the mobile phone was turned off with a black screen

His hand holding the mobile phone was tight, with some green veins.

Before hearing Ye Qingcheng's explanation, the phone hung up

"Young master, our time is limited... Can we continue now?"

Dongfang Shijin originally wanted to return to the underground castle immediately. Unexpectedly, before turning around, a knight who looked like a statue opened his mouth, and his voice was stuffy, like an ancient clock.

After taking a deep breath, Dongfang Shijin calmed himself down - what's important now.

He returned to his seat again. Another knight took out a picture scroll made of ancient sheepskin from his pocket and spread it slowly on the table. On it are curves made of old paint and ground signs - obviously, this is a map.

……

Ye Qingcheng had lunch and dinner on time - because she waited until 9 p.m. and Dongfang Shijin didn't come back. She originally wanted Gina to transfer the phone, but after dialing half the number, ye Qingcheng still didn't have the courage. She was afraid that Dongfang Shijin was still busy, and then her attitude in the morning.

So she went to the kitchen to heat the hot food and ate it first.

Ye Qingcheng was half lying on the sofa, looking through the magazine in his hand while waiting for the Oriental world brocade.

Ye Qingcheng doesn't know whether it's because she's pregnant or because she's worried all day, so she's particularly sleepy. As soon as she lies down on the sofa, she feels a little sleepy.

She forced herself to sleep and half leaned on the sofa, glancing at the clock from time to time.

9:30.。

9:45。

10:05.

10:30……

Just as ye Qingcheng was about to fall asleep, he seemed to vaguely hear the sound of chains colliding and the sound of gears.

She wanted to open her eyes, but her consciousness seemed to be floating and sinking.

The air in the underground castle was a little stuffy. Dongfang Shijin got out of the elevator, stretched out his hand, took off his suit jacket, loosened his collar, came out of the elevator, and opened the door through the fence door.

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