Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The atmosphere seemed to change for another moment. Ye Qingcheng's subconscious landlord the neck of Dongfang Shijin.

Dongfang Shijin's cold eyes have been looking at that side. The six people in black who came out straight seem to be aware of the eyes here and look here. Dongfang Shijin holds Ye Qingcheng and happens to go to the side next to him. Under the shelter of the dense branches around, they perfectly miss the attention of who.

Ye Qingcheng also held his breath. Through the branches of the leaves, ye Qingcheng saw that the black Bentleys quickly disappeared.

The roaring sound continued and gradually disappeared.

Ye Qingcheng clearly felt that when Dongfang Shijin held her, her muscles seemed to be a little tight.

Without much thought, ye Qingcheng himself probably knows who those people are.

Today, the day they left, happened to be the third day when master Dongfang woke up.

When ye Qingcheng knew this, he felt a little complicated and didn't know what to say.

Dongfang Shijin held her all the time. It seemed that he waited for a few minutes and waited for those people not to turn back. Then he held him and walked towards the house.

Big golden hair seemed to be aware of something, and his footsteps became no longer so happy. He dropped his tail and followed them.

Dongfang Shijin opened the door. The original clean room looked a little messy. The broken flower sofa cover on the sofa was a little messy. There were many messy footprints on the original clean wooden floor, and even many neat small pendants looked a little messy.

There was a strange smell in the air.

Ye Qingcheng moved slightly and came out of the arms of Dongfang Shijin. Their hands did not loosen. Ye Qingcheng walked in front, slowly went upstairs and pushed open the wooden door of the bedroom, which was in a mess.

The neat sheets were crumpled into a ball and left in a corner of the room. Their suitcases were roughly opened and their things were thrown away. Fortunately, ye Qingcheng and Dongfang Shijin had no extra luggage, only some changed clothes. After all, they didn't bring anything when they left the Dongfang family.

Ye Qingcheng walked into the bedroom, gently stretched out his hand and opened the messy big bed. Several bullet shells were scattered on the ground. Ye Qingcheng accidentally stepped on it and raised his feet, which he saw.

She subconsciously turned her head back to see the reaction of Dongfang Shijin. Dongfang Shijin obviously noticed it, but there were no waves on his face. It was still his cold expression.

Ye Qingcheng didn't know what to say.

"Oriental world brocade..."

It's not a way for ye Qingcheng to be so silent. He opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't know what he was talking about.

But before Dongfang Shijin could speak, the open door was pushed open, and the hurried horse stood at the door. It was obviously panting and just came back from the outside.

"Young master..."

Naturally, Ma Zai saw a messy scene downstairs. Now he came up and didn't expect it to be more chaotic upstairs. Ma Zai's eyes were sharp, and he was very familiar with the taste of some guns. He subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the ground. Sure enough, he saw several scattered bullet casings at Ye Qingcheng's feet.