Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

It's cold.

Ma Zai followed the Dongfang Shijin and looked at Ye Qingcheng with no expression and no emotion.

He also saw the extraordinary silence of the Oriental world brocade.

The people in the hall seemed to want to see a farce.

Ma Zai didn't know what to do, so he could only take a deep look at Ye Qingcheng and follow the steps of Dongfang Shijin.

At the moment when Dongfang Shijin left, the woman sitting on the chair was still expressionless, but at the moment when the door was opened again, a drop of clear tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and the tears slid down her white face and onto her skirt, which was absorbed in a moment.

Her eyes seemed stiff, but she slowly raised her eyelashes and looked at the position of the entrance over there. She could only see the figure sitting in the wheelchair, and then slowly disappeared. She saw his figure merging with the thick night outside.

Her tears suddenly surged.

The maid standing next to her noticed it, whispered for a moment, and immediately called the family doctor of the castle with an embedded wireless headset.

The door on the second floor of the castle opened. The thin and tall man had just changed his dress. It was a medium long black windbreaker style coat with low luxury Phnom Penh embroidered on the collar. He seemed to have just changed his clothes. He hurried downstairs while another slender hand was buttoning up.

Behind him followed a group of doctors in white uniforms. Lucifer's face was still a little frozen, but his eyes softened when he saw the woman sitting there.

"What's the matter?"

The mellow male voice pretended to be calm and asked the maid next to him. Obviously, he didn't want any trouble at this time. After all, now is the beginning of the wedding banquet.

"Young master, I don't feel very well... She just cried and has been crying. I still suggest taking her to have a rest now... It's OK to have a rest and come down again."

The maid is an English girl of about 20 years old. She is 176 tall and slim. She is wearing a white one shoulder dress. Her face is white like a doll, and her eyes are as blue as the vast ocean.

"Suna, are you sure?"

Suna is a maid arranged by Lucifer. In the past, Suna was an undercover of the Lu family, proficient in medical skills and self-defense. Arranging her here can not only take care of her physical condition, but also prevent special conditions today.

"Yes, I feel she needs a rest now."

Suna nodded.

Lucifer thought about it slightly and looked around the hall. The people in the hall didn't seem to notice the things here. They were all together in twos and threes, talking and laughing.

Lucifer leaned down slightly. Her veil had fallen to the ground. A delicate little face had no expression and stared at a place on the floor.

Lucifer wouldn't have thought she really cried now if it weren't for her eyelashes.

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