Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

When Lucifer was about to ask someone to give the medicine to Dongfang Shijin, he went and picked Ye Qingcheng up by himself, but ye Qingcheng slowly stood up. She bent her waist, and the whole person's face was full of tears, which made people feel distressed and dare not look directly

"Give me the medicine."

Her voice was hoarse, as if it had been polished by a stone.

“……”

Lucifer looked at her with strong eyes, and suddenly he didn't know what to say for a moment - he probably guessed the result.

But strangely, he clearly felt the result, but he was not a little happy... Instead, it was like a stone pressed hard on his heart.

There was no joy at all.

"If you marry you, you will save him, won't you?" Ye Qingcheng doesn't know at the moment. She is like a puppet. She doesn't have any feelings. She is even vulnerable and painful.

"Yes."

A minute later, Lucifer heard his voice from his throat.

"I don't just want you to save him. I want you to find a way to make him safe and let him return to the Oriental family again. He will also be the Oriental Shijin, the second young master of the Oriental family." Ye Qingcheng's eyes are red like a rabbit. She looks at Lucifer and says something that doesn't sound like her own voice, "He will also be the Oriental world brocade - I not only want him to be safe, but also he will be the Oriental world brocade."

“……”

Lucifer looked at Ye Qingcheng in silence. She could be blown away by a weak wind at the moment, but when she said this, it made him breathless.

"Can you do it?" Ye Qingcheng's eyes are empty. She can't see any expression or feelings, but probably only she knows that there is only a ray of fire and a ray of hope left in the bottom of her eyes

This flame has become weak and almost extinguished... Even ye Qingcheng himself can hardly feel the heat of this hope.

"OK."

Lucifer's eyes stared at Ye Qingcheng, and his Adam's apple rolled for a while before he said this sentence. It was obviously a word, but it was very heavy

Ye Qingcheng's lips were pulled, and her lip skin was cracked. She should want to smile, but when she pulled her lips, a trace of blood seeped out of her lips

Lucifer was too distressed to look, and glanced slightly.

Ye Qingcheng stretched out his hand and gently took the small test tube in Lucifer's hand. Lucifer slightly loosened his hand, but felt that his hand was bitterly cold. He lowered his head and looked. Ye Qingcheng accidentally touched his hand just now, leaving a small layer of thin blood, not light bright red

Ye Qingcheng took the small test tube, and the swaying blue seemed to be a faint light. She stood next to the narrow sofa and lowered her head. The foggy light next to the sofa was not very clear. Dongfang Shijin slightly closed her eyes, and his sleeping face was still cold, but his old ruthlessness faded from his face, and he slept like an angel

Ye Qingcheng's heart ached, as if every pulse of his heart rippled with the afterwaves of pain

[ye Qingcheng, do you know how much I love you...]

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