Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Like a cat whose eyes were teased, it finally waved its claws.

A pungent goblin.

"If I don't let go?"

The Oriental world brocade is full of interest.

Ye Qingcheng was so angry that he pedaled carelessly and sat on his legs. Her feet couldn't touch the ground.

She struggled hard to escape from this embrace.

It may be that she struggled a little. Dongfang Shijin didn't stabilize her for a moment and loosened her hand.

Ye Qingcheng seemed unprepared, and the whole man planted beside him——

The brain is blank, almost subconscious. Ye Qingcheng pulls the tablecloth——

"Clang -"

"Pa -"

The harsh voice rang through the restaurant, and all the food was knocked over by Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng was stunned and looked at the broken tableware and the turned over food.

The dark red tassel tablecloth was also ruined by the vegetable juice.

The servants and bodyguards were all silent and did not dare to say anything.

The surrounding air condenses and the temperature seems to have dropped a few degrees.

Ye Qingcheng obviously didn't respond. She just wanted the man to let go of his hand. Who knew it would happen like this.

It's his fault to blame.

Ye Qingcheng comforted himself so much, but he was vaguely worried about whether he would really want her to compensate.

"Not ready yet?" suddenly, a hand appeared in front of Ye Qingcheng. "Do you want to clean them yourself?"

Doesn't look angry?

Ye Qingcheng clapped his hand angrily and sat up and patted his skirt. "It seems that I'm not suitable for eating here, so please let me go."

“……”

"If you want all the things in your family to end like just now."

Ye Qingcheng didn't know where he had the courage to threaten the man.

But she had no choice but to threaten him.

If he speaks in a good voice, he will only advance by an inch.

"Miss ye, please pay attention to your words."

Ma Zai stood aside and frowned, but he looked at the Oriental world brocade still sitting in the chair, and his expression didn't change.

This is the first person who dares to speak to the young master like this.

"Sorry, I was born like this. Since I have no self-restraint, let me go!"

"I hope you have no self-restraint in your bedroom."

Ye Qingcheng clenched his fist, suddenly his eyes flashed, picked up a fragment of dinner plate on the ground, and immediately turned around and bypassed the back of the Oriental world brocade.

Dongfang Shijin sat on her right side, still holding her just now.

"Miss Ye -"

As soon as the horse saw that the situation was bad, he immediately touched the pistol at his waist.

The three bodyguards behind him also responded immediately.

"Don't move!" Ye Qingcheng pressed the fragment closer against the neck of Dongfang Shijin and threatened, "if you don't want me to write it immediately -"

The complexion of the Oriental world brocade did not change, and even aroused a smile.

He raised his hands.

The horse looked at his young master in surprise.

"Do you want my bodyguards to step down next?" Dongfang Shijin smiled, slightly turned his head, and saw through Ye Qingcheng's inner fear through the coldness on the surface.

Yes, ye Qingcheng is afraid.

There were four bodyguards around him, all of whom had undergone professional training. She acted so rashly for fear that a gun would go off.

But he was so well behaved that they must want to protect him completely.

Ye Qingcheng was also afraid that he would suddenly grab the fragments with a backhand, and then subdue her.

But if she doesn't try, how does she know if it's possible.