Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Now, even if Dongfang Shijin really wants to take ye Qingcheng away again, he has no arrangement at all. Taking her away is tantamount to looking for a dead end

There is no way to take her away, but I can't help it. My heart to see her is so crazy

Dongfang Shijin must also admit that when he heard that master Dongfang was willing to give him a chance, his first thought was to see ye Qingcheng

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The sun set completely. The sky outside was a rich dark blue. Through a thin layer of white gauze curtain, it threw over the ancient Roman giant carving column outside. You can vaguely see the court lights lit outside and the dense coconut trees growing outside. The whole night was charming. The dark blue and warm yellow lights overlapped.

Ye Qingcheng sat in front of the window, with a large landing window and a white lace window screen. She was wearing a white nightdress. Her face was quiet and elegant. When she slightly lowered her head, the lines of her chin were beautiful. She sat like that. There was a charming light on the whole person, and the lines were exquisite and elegant.

In front of her was a small square table made of logs. The table was covered with a white tablecloth and a light blue streamlined vase. Inside, there were several lavender and hyacinth, shaking slightly in the breeze.

There are three plates on the table. The silver cover is opened and there are exquisite food inside. But ye Qingcheng's hand is on his knee. The clear pupil reflects the beating candles on the table.

Quiet, she doesn't seem to belong to the world at all

"Squeak --"

The white carved wooden door was pushed open. The maid in a white one shoulder long skirt bowed slightly to the side and pulled the door. A young man came in from the outside, a light gray sweater with a light blue checked shirt inside. The collar of the shirt turned out from the sweater. He came like a prince in a fairy tale.

He came over and took off his windbreaker. The maid next to him carefully picked it up and hung it on the clothes hanger next to him.

"Chi -"

The chair was pulled away and made a slight sound when it crossed the floor.

Ye Qingcheng's thoughts are still wandering.

"Why don't you eat?" Lucifer sat in his chair. The dishes in front of him had slowly cooled down, only some warm. It was obvious that ye Qingcheng had not moved his chopsticks for so long and had been here in a daze.

"Not hungry."

The only thing to be thankful for is that ye Qingcheng is finally willing to speak. Although her attitude and thinking are still cold, at least it is much better than before. At least she can feel that she is still alive

"You haven't eaten for a day."

Lucifer took a pair of knives and forks from the side, and the room was next to Ye Qingcheng. "I only drank a glass of milk and oats this morning, and then I've been up to now. It's nearly twelve hours. Your current physical condition is so weak that you don't eat. You want to be depressed here all the time, and then get seriously ill?"

What's more, ye Qingcheng just had a miscarriage.