Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Havila asked the maid for a cup of hot milk and a blanket to take a rest on the ferry. She is very awake now, but it is really annoying to hear Bishop's leather shoes knocking on the floor.

Havila was slightly fascinated by her eyes, but a heart beat clearly and clearly. Bishop could be heard pacing back and forth in the air.

"Da Da --"

"Da Da --"

"Da Da --"

It annoys people.

Havila was really unable to calm down. She opened her eyes. Lucifer still maintained her expression and posture. She didn't move, just like a statue.

"I told you the news today. Anyway, that woman must give it to me today."

Havila was a little uncertain, but she still wanted to confirm - after all, Lucifer didn't mean to refuse when she told Lucifer the news that day.

“……”

Lucifer just supported his forehead, as if he were looking in some other direction, as if he had cast his eyes over the high curtain next to him and looked at the ocean outside.

"... it seems that you agree."

Havila took a deep breath and endured her anger at the neglect.

It doesn't matter. When we find them, it's most important to let Ye Qingcheng disappear forever - in this way, without Ye Qingcheng, even if Dongfang Shijin has nothing, havila is willing to give up her life.

Unable to wait for Lucifer's reply, Hao Wei stretched her hand, pulled the wool blanket for herself, and slightly closed her eyes. Hao Weila was also overwhelmed by fatigue for several days.

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Ye Qingcheng stood by the Oriental world brocade like that. The whole person seemed to be pulled away from a layer of soul. She held a wet towel in her hand, but the white towel was stained with a lot of blood.

Next to a small basin, there is also a layer of light red.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were almost swollen with crying. She took a towel and wiped it for Dongfang Shijin from time to time. She was at a loss. There were spots of blood on the white skirt on her chest.

At the moment, Dongfang Shijin is lying there, his thin lips are pale, his nose and mouth are constantly gurgling out thick blood, even his ears

Blood stained the pillow and his clothes

Ye Qingcheng was in tears. At the moment, the ship was drifting on the sea. The ship owner had tried his best to make the ship travel faster.

The horse is standing next to him. The man in his thirties looks much older. There is some scarlet in his eyes. After all, this is the young master who has taken him in for so many years.

Ye Qingcheng's tears kept rolling down. She choked slightly and gently wiped the blood on Dongfang Shijin's face with a towel, but when wiping, ye Qingcheng's heart was like being gouged out by a sharp knife.