Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Miss Lillian, Master Lu can't let you go, so I came back from England today to see your situation these two days."

Su Na said with a smile on her face and approached Ye Qingcheng. When ye Qingcheng sat on the big bed, she saw Lucifer standing in the corridor outside. His thin figure was like coming out of the picture. She heard the voice of Ye Qingcheng rising. Lucifer extinguished his cigar and came towards the bedroom.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes crossed him and seemed to be searching for something.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes did not hide at all, and Suna noticed it in a moment.

"Lillian, can I check your body first and get up in two minutes?"

Suna's soft voice is like a soft hand touching Ye Qingcheng's heart.

Ye Qingcheng was slightly relieved and heard the voice of the horse downstairs - as long as the horse was there, the Oriental world brocade was still there.

Ye Qingcheng lay in bed and let Suna and the family doctor behind her do the most basic examination for her.

Suna and the doctor are talking about something.

Three or five minutes later, the doctor packed up and left. Suna gave Ye Qingcheng some pills to eat.

Lucifer was still standing at the door. He didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes were looking at her all the time.

Ye Qingcheng bit her lip and went to bed barefoot. She walked to the door. Lucifer stretched out her hand and grasped her slender wrist - she slept in the bedroom of Dongfang Shijin.

Although he knew that this was Ye Qingcheng and she had countless intimate relationships with Dongfang Shijin, Lucifer still felt choked in his throat

In particular, when she woke up, her eyes were searching for

If Suna hadn't just nodded, he would almost think ye Qingcheng had remembered something.

"Are you better?"

It's not hard to hear the deep tension in his voice.

Ye Qingcheng tried to take out her hand, but she couldn't take it out. She looked at Lucifer with that simple look, nodded slightly, coughed gently, wanted to say something, but couldn't speak.

"If you have a sore throat, don't force yourself to speak." Lucifer smiled and reached out to rub her hair.

Downstairs, Dongfang Shijin, waiting in the living room, tightened all this scene, and the hand holding the cup couldn't help tightening——

Clearly know that she is not ye Qingcheng, but seeing her being held by another man like this, he has an uncontrollable feeling in his heart, just like he once saw Ye Qingcheng with Lucifer

Because of this sudden as like as two peas and a great pain, the eastern world unexpectedly wanted to leave this woman unusually. If the city of Yeru was not there, there was never a woman who could give him the same feeling as the city of Yeru.

Ye Qingcheng looked at Lucifer and tried to take his hand out, but Lucifer held her hand tighter.

"Hungry? Have you had a good meal these days?" he asked her as if he hadn't seen anything.

Knowing that ye Qingcheng could not answer, he could only shake his head or nod his head.

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