Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Lucifer's foreboding slowly rose. He took out his mobile phone and immediately pressed the shortcut key to call Suna.

When Lucifer dialed the number, ye Qingcheng's eyes were slowly closing

Lucifer's pupil contracted slightly, holding the mobile phone in one hand and ye Qingcheng's hand tightly in the other hand

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In the hall outside, the acrobatic troupe performing acrobatics performed magic tricks that amused the children. I don't know which magician turned out a pigeon. The white carrier pigeon flew out of the hall and out of the window lattice

The waiter in the black-and-white hoop skirt kept pushing the long table out. The exquisite and beautiful cakes on it seemed to be the most exquisite works of art.

At that time, on the second floor, a slender man stood on one side of the curtain. The pure gold heavy curtain fell to the ground. He stood there. Almost no one could see him, but he could clearly see everything.

The waiter came over. He gently stretched out his hand and took a glass of whisky on the tray.

The White Diamond carved cup, in which the amber liquor was shaking slightly with the blurred color, his hands were slender and beautiful, the glass was close, and he took a shallow sip.

His slightly long bangs swept his beautiful eyebrows, and there was an elusive light in his dark brown pupils.

He was wearing a dark blue dress, a Navy design, with several badges pinned to his chest.

His eyes were a little empty. He looked at the jubilant scene downstairs. He stood there, like the most different painting.

He's like walking out of a picture.

At this time, the gate of the castle was pushed open by several waiters, and six bodyguards came in first. Then they saw two women coming in. One was wearing a light Roland purple skirt, and her long dark chestnut hair was loosely tied into a princess's head, pinned with a diamond in the shape of a King's crown, and the maid took off her White Rex Rabbit shawl, She raised her chin slightly, but there was a kind of supercilious disdain and pride in her eyes.

Next to her, another woman, wearing a simple silver gray dress, a very simple slim style, with a diamond necklace on her neck, slightly repeated design, such as the peacock's open tail, scarlet diamonds inlaid in it, her long hair pulled up, she stretched out her hand, took down her small vest, looked at the waiter with a smile and handed it to the waiter next to her.

She seemed to turn her head sideways and want to say something to the people next to her, but the young girl ignored her. She smiled awkwardly and followed her footsteps

The man on the second floor squeezed the whisky glass in his hand, but there was a chilly light in his beautiful and thrilling eyes.

"You shouldn't stand here," a slightly low male voice sounded from behind him. The originally tight fingers loosened slightly. The man gently picked up the whisky and drank the wine in the glass.

"Click -"

The glass cup was placed on the windowsill next to it, and the sound was clear and subtle.

"Where I stand is my freedom," he did not immediately turn around. His voice sounded like a monologue in the forest in a fairy tale, like a low alcohol spring flowing through a mountain stream.

"You should pay attention to your speaking attitude."