Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng lay on the bed and moved. She found that she had a light layer of virtual sweat. She raised her hand and found that her body was covered with a thin quilt, and her clothes had not been changed.

The scene before going to bed suddenly rushed into her mind - she should have been crying and sleeping just now.

Ye Qingcheng subconsciously sat up gently. There was no sound around him. It seemed that he was isolated into a big glass house.

no one.

Dongfang Shijin is not here.

The city as like as two peas, the statue of the virgin on the ceiling, the relief of ancient Greece, and the angel who is soaring up and flying high, is the scene of the yacht, exactly the same as the decoration in the room she used to live in.

Still on this yacht.

So, the Oriental world brocade should have gone to the banquet?

Ye Qingcheng's breathing seemed to be relaxed. She was barefoot. Next to the big bed was a small sofa with a windbreaker coat of Dongfang Shijin.

There are some small candlesticks burning on the ground under the bed.

Ye Qingcheng walked around the room carefully and confirmed that Dongfang Shijin was not in the room - it was at the head of the bed. There was a small bowl of cooked shrimp porridge. Touching the bowl, it was still warm. Dongfang Shijin should have been out for some time.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes are a little dark, and somehow it hurts - she clearly wants to stay here, but she can't stay here.

Her staying here... Will only make things more and more embarrassing.

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath. At this time, if she left here and continued to stay in the yacht, Dongfang Shijin will find Lucifer. At that time, it will cause contradictions between them

Ye Qingcheng really wants to be wrong everywhere - she doesn't want to stay with Lucifer, because she knows she can never repay Lucifer's kindness to her, and she doesn't want to stay with Dongfang Shijin, because there is no future between them.

Suddenly, a bold idea came to Ye Qingcheng's mind - she might as well leave now.

So she doesn't have to worry about anything

Facts have proved that an idea comes to my mind. As long as I have this idea, I will put it into practice immediately.

Ye Qingcheng walked to the door and shook the door handle. Unexpectedly, the door was locked, and a small red light on it kept flashing - Ye Qingcheng had seen this kind of warning light. If he shook the door handle three times in a row, he would have known Dongfang Shijin.

Ye Qingcheng also understands that it is impossible to open this room without a room card.

Ye Qingcheng went to the balcony. The design of the balcony was the same as that of her previous room. It was open-air, with a simple sofa, a marble table, rattan chairs and glass round tables in the corner.

The only difference is that there are several empty wine bottles on the marble table.

Ye Qingcheng's heart tingled slightly and forced herself not to see it. She walked to the edge of the terrace, summoned up the courage and stretched out her head to look next door. Sure enough, there was Lucifer's balcony just now.

Ye Qingcheng's heart is a little uncomfortable.

Looking down, this is the location of the second floor, so you can vaguely see the sparkling ripples on the sea below.