Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng's head hurt even more. There was a man in her mind.

And the faint aroma.

Her eyes unconsciously began to look around, without any purpose or focus.

She saw Western lovers holding hands. They laughed happily. A woman deliberately showed off the huge diamonds on her hands. She painted exquisite makeup. The huge skirt support was covered with golden silk thread. It looked dazzling and uncomfortable.

On the other side, the court musician in Tuxedo was playing piano music and shaking his body intoxicated.

The magician changed a rabbit from his high hat. A blonde child stood behind the lady and looked at the rabbit in the magician's hand carefully and happily.

The hall was full of people and long tables filled with pastries that looked like works of art.

The walls are decorated with carved flowers, and there are many paintings. The women in the paintings make her at a loss.

In the corner of the crowd in the hall, a man sat there. He was wearing a simple black suit and white shirt. His dark hair was a little messy. His eyes were heavy and couldn't see through his emotions.

He was by the window. He didn't wear a luxurious dress. He was just a simple suit. His aura was the most powerful one in the crowd tonight. He was like a natural king. The cold aura made the surroundings frozen.

Especially those eyes, like the deepest ocean at night, can't see emotion at all.

Beside him stood only a middle-aged man with a scar on his right face.

The two of them were there, like the midnight devil and his servant.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes fell on him, like empty, but a little focus on the bottom of his eyes.

The man is looking at her, too.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes are pure and ethereal.

Dongfang Shijin is also looking at her.

He has been looking at her.

The two people's eyes met again at a distance of tens of meters.

Dongfang Shijin can't see through her.

"Lillian, you need to eat now," said Su Na, squatting in front of Ye Qingcheng, holding a tray with three small bowls on it. Her tone was softer. "This is seafood porridge. Your favorite taste is meat porridge, and next to it is vegetable porridge."

Ye Qingcheng's eyes slowly moved back and stared at Su Na like that. There was no emotion in his eyes, but he blinked slightly.

Su Na has some mind reading skills. Of course, she knows what ye Qingcheng's eyes mean.

"Your current name is Lillian, this is your name... Lillian pierce Lillian pierces." Suna's dark blue eyes stared at Ye Qingcheng, as if to see into the bottom of Ye Qingcheng's heart, as if hypnotizing her, "Your name is Lillian. Lillian Pierce. You grew up in England. You don't remember a lot of things because you fell from a horse a year ago..."

“……”

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were blank and empty.

"You are Lillian. A year ago, you went riding with Master Lu, and you fell off the horse..." Su Na gently held Ye Qingcheng's hand in one hand and looked at Ye Qingcheng's blank eyes. Her voice was soft but firm.

Ye Qingcheng was empty, without any doubt or reaction.