Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

He stood there. There were Baroque luxury furnishings in the room. There was a small table in the back, a scarlet tassel tablecloth, a wooden tray on it, and a cup of black tea slowly filled with fog.

"Master -"

The middle-aged housekeeper in Baroque uniform brought up the exquisite cakes, "why did you wake up so early..."

It seems a little surprised that it is less than four in the morning. Master Dongfang is used to getting up early again, but he never gets up at four in the morning.

"Do you believe such a sentence... Karm is real?"

Master Dongfang gently released his hand, and the heavy cashmere curtains fell down and trembled slightly.

“……？”

The housekeeper didn't understand and didn't know how to answer.

"I believe in the cycle of cause and effect," the Oriental master returned, sat down on the big sofa on one side, gently took the tea cup and blew away the floating tea on it. "The cycle of cause and effect."

The housekeeper didn't know what master Dongfang meant to say, but seeing that master Dongfang didn't mean to say anything, he had to stop saying anything.

Master Dongfang just sat there and sipped the black tea gently, as if nothing could distract him.

But he clearly didn't think of anything.

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There is a vast white fog outside. Britain is often foggy this season.

Ye Qingcheng was cold and walked barefoot. Even stepping on the soft carpet, he couldn't feel a certain temperature.

When she opened the door, the smell of sweet cakes floated in the air, making her sick and dizzy.

"Where are you going?"

She walked unconscious. Not far away, some hoarse male voices sounded, not suddenly.

Lucifer leaned against the door. The door on his side was open. He was still wearing a black shirt and leaning against the door. The lights in the corridor were dark and quiet. His face looked haggard. He looked sleepless all night, and even green stubbles appeared on his sharp chin.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were empty. All that appeared in front of him was Dongfang Shijin jumping into the water. It was cold. The despair in his eyes

Heartache

A corner of Ye Qingcheng's heart seemed to be pulled madly.

"Ye Qingcheng," Lucifer finally couldn't help but stretch out his hand and hold Ye Qingcheng's wrist.

He didn't make much effort, and ye Qingcheng's hand was cold.

Like an ice cube.

Ye Qingcheng's footsteps stopped.

"Where are you going?"

Lucifer looked at Ye Qingcheng, pale and bloodless.

She looks like a lonely soul without a goal.

Lucifer's heartache was as strong as in his throat.

"You can't get out of here by yourself," Lucifer tentatively pulled Ye Qingcheng. Ye Qingcheng's steps moved back. Lucifer looked at her stunned. She didn't respond at all.

Lucifer simply pulls Ye Qingcheng into the room, and ye Qingcheng resists.

Lucifer let her sit in the big chair in the living room and turned aside to pick up the water.

When he came out with a water cup, he saw Ye Qingcheng curled up on the big sofa chair, his hair hanging on his shoulders in disorder, his eyes staring at a place, and his lips were bloodless.

Lucifer handed the water, but ye Qingcheng didn't reach for it.