Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Turin stretched out his hand and took the wooden plate in the maid's hand. Of course, the maid didn't dare to resist. She immediately lowered her head and handed the wooden plate to Turin, and then she saluted and left in a hurry

When the maid disappeared around the corner, Turin held the wooden plate in one hand, took out a small medicine bag in a kraft paper bag from his pocket with the other hand, and poured all the white powder into it. The royal forest Knights behind seemed to see nothing.

"Knock knock -"

Du Lin held the tray, slightly lowered his head and knocked on the wooden door in front of him.

"Come in."

The mellow and beautiful voice seems to be enjoying it.

Turin pushed the door in. In the study, there are perennial dark colors, dark brown mosaic carpets, towering bookshelves on both sides, and thick books

In the room, there was a dim light, a large desk, and behind it was an arched window, but the light of the window was blocked by thick gray curtains, only wisps of dark light, and the slightly floating dust particles could be seen very clearly.

A man was sitting in front of his desk, and a woman seemed to be tidying up his collar and smoothing the folds of his cuffs.

When Turin got closer, he saw the Lord Dongfang sitting on his side in a chair. Xilin stood aside in a gray blue skirt and slightly lowered her head. Her long curly hair still felt lazy and luxurious, giving people a very elegant atmosphere - it seems that she should not be just a woman with a low status, but... Vivian's status.

Seeing Turin coming, master Dongfang turned sideways. Xilin thought she could retreat, so she turned and left by herself.

Master Dongfang frowned without any trace, and his voice became cold, "who allowed you to go?"

"There's nothing for me here. Now that Turin has come, it should be the wedding. You should go, sir." Xilin's voice is neither high nor low, and she's very clear with her back to the Oriental master. "And Vivian will come later. My identity is embarrassed here. Maybe you don't mind, sir, but I do."

"Why should I care? Do you mind?"

"If Mrs. Vivian is angry, I think she will always have a way to deal with me," Xilin said sarcastically. "My identity is low. I cherish my life and don't want to provoke her because of you."

"No one dares to touch you." master Dongfang frowned, obviously impatient.

"Your promise is not credible."

Xilin's words seemed to mean something, and the Oriental master certainly understood that Xilin's identity was Bai Jingmo's maid before.

He was a little angry. Before he could speak again, Celine had pulled the children away.

He was very angry, but his face was still as usual, but there was a cold light in his eyes.

Celine closed the door and left, the air condensing slightly.

"Sir, your tea," Turin took a slight step forward and put the wooden tray in front of his table. "This is the best green tea from Persia today. That mu tea garden is specially opened up for you. The weather this year is not very good, and only a few kilograms of excellent green tea have been harvested."

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