Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Lucifer looked at Ye Qingcheng sitting on the big bed. She was like a delicate doll. Suna knelt on the carpet and didn't leave immediately. She was waiting for ye Qingcheng to recover.

But at this time, ye Qingcheng gently closed her eyes. A drop of clear tears secreted from her slender and thick eyelashes and quickly slipped down her cheeks, leaving a clear tear mark.

Lucifer took her hand and watched the tear drop drop quickly on her skirt.

"Qingcheng..."

Lucifer took out his handkerchief from his pocket and wanted to wipe her tears.

More tears came out.

Lucifer knew he couldn't ask anything, so he took a handkerchief to wipe her tears, but ye Qingcheng was like a doll who could only cry.

"Young master, let her stay here for a while... She will be fine later."

The air was quiet, and Suna said, "there are many guests outside, and Seth will come later."

Lucifer just held Ye Qingcheng's palm, but ye Qingcheng was silent all the time. His eyes always fell on her face. She opened her eyes like a lost heart, stared at a place empty and blankly, and her tears were still flowing out.

Lucifer raised her hand and gently kissed the back of her cold hand. "Wait for me, I'll be back in a minute."

After he said something to her, Suna still got up and opened the door for Lucifer.

Lucifer came to the door. The light outside was bright. His slender shadow fell on the floor. He turned his head and stared at Ye Qingcheng's face for a long time.

She still sat there in silence, like a soulless doll.

The surrounding lights are dark, the water light waves are rippling on the ceiling, and the surrounding air is quiet.

"Click -"

At this time, the door connecting the balcony of the room was gently pushed open, and a human figure appeared in the backlight of the balcony. The dark light could not see his face clearly, but could only feel the strong aura and make the air quiet.

Ye Qingcheng's tears didn't stop. She seemed to feel something. The whole person was shrouded in a great sadness.

There was no sound when the wheelchair slid on the carpet.

He sat in the dark without a sound.

Only the air is getting cold inch by inch.

She sat on her side on the big round bed, her long hair hanging down, vaguely, and her face could not be seen.

The wheelchair rubbed on the carpet and made a dull sound. When it rubbed the glass floor, it made a cold sound.

He sat down in front of her, she sat on the big bed, and he sat in a wheelchair.

The distance between them is no more than 0.5 meters.

"Ye Qingcheng, look up at me," his voice was slightly cold, and his eyes had settled down. No matter how unacceptable the reality was, things had fallen like dust, and there was no room for turning around.

She just sat there, silly and unresponsive.

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There's another chapter, mmm, mmm. It's said that restoring updates is restoring updates~~

What happened in those days, the mood has not been adjusted well. I apologize to the babies. I love you, touch!