Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng's voice is a little hoarse. This is the first time she has spoken in a year. She has been silent for a whole year, and her vocal cords are trembling and painful.

“……”

Dongfang Shijin suddenly woke up and looked at the woman in front of him. Those emotions just disappeared, but were replaced by a bone cold.

Of course, ye Qingcheng didn't react. She didn't know why the person in front of her could still have an expression just now, but turned into an ice face in the next moment.

"There are many women who want to climb into my bed. Unfortunately, you chose the wrong way, cosmetic surgery into her face, and then pretended to go to the wrong room. This kind of stem makes me sick," Dongfang Shijin suddenly released his hand, and the air suddenly became tight. He turned and walked to the nearby wine cabinet and took down a bottle of wine.

"Bang -"

The wine bottle was violently opened by him, and the noise startled Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng didn't react.

Plastic surgery into her face

Ye Qingcheng stood there foolishly, not knowing how to react.

Dongfang Shijin walked into the bathroom as if he hadn't seen her, as if he had just touched her.

The sound of water came from the bathroom.

Ye Qingcheng stood where she was, and a faint pain came from her chin. She stood where she was, looking at his windbreaker on the imperial concubine's couch. Ye Qingcheng walked slowly, always feeling that this windbreaker was very familiar.

It was replayed in her head that he had just pinched her chin. Inexplicably, she remembered the ring on his hand. It was a simple ring, which was carried on the ring finger of his left hand. The meaning of the ring finger was married.

What he said became her face. It should be his wife

But why is there that sad mood on his face? Is his wife gone

Ye Qingcheng stood beside the imperial concubine's couch and gently bit her lower lip. Her hand gently touched the windbreaker, slightly cool.

The sound of the water stopped and she didn't notice it.

When Dongfang Shijin came out of the bathroom, the drops of water rolled down his hair and across his chest. Finally, they were absorbed by the bath towel.

Excited by the cold water, Dongfang Shijin woke up a lot.

When he opened the bathroom door and came out, the woman was still standing there, one hand on his windbreaker, as if thinking about these things. She stood there quietly, with her waist long hair as thick and curly as seaweed.

The white nightdress is a little loose, with some V-necks on the back. The embroidery on the skirt shows that the leg is thin and beautiful.

It is clearly Ye Qingcheng's back.

She seemed to be aware, took back her hand and looked at him. When she looked back, the arc of her lower jaw was like exquisite jade. Only her eyes could be seen in the dark, like the waves of autumn.

Dongfang Shijin stared at her face tightly. His pupils were congested. In her eyes, it was so calm that there was no panic at all.

"Who are you?"

Dongfang Shijin suddenly has a hunch that there is such a person in the world who looks like Ye Qingcheng. Although her temperament, appearance and every move are not 100% similar, they are more like... 18-year-old Ye Qingcheng?

Innocence, innocence.

The coolness that belongs exclusively to Ye Qingcheng is a little indifferent.

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