Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

After a while, Suna came out of the villa, "young master, I've told you what to tell... Miss Lillian is all right. There's no problem for at least a few months."

Lucifer agreed, but his eyes looked at the Oriental brocade. "Her body is too weak and is always easy to faint... Remember to configure her with some nutritional drugs to supplement her physical strength..."

"That's enough?" Lucifer's words didn't wait to finish. The Oriental world brocade had got up coldly, "see off, Ma Zai!"

Dongfang Shijin didn't want to see Lucifer's face at a glance. Almost the next second, he entered the villa and closed the door.

Several bodyguards in black uniforms came out and lined up neatly, "Master Lu -"

Lucifer pulled his lips slightly, but he didn't know whether it was bitterness or ridicule - pretending to be arrogant. In fact, it was hard to breathe in his heart.

"Young master, nothing will happen... I have hypnotized her, and her voice has changed. She won't think of those things... And young master Dongfang won't recognize her and there will be no problem."

Suna whispered to comfort him.

"I hope so."

Lucifer inserted his bag with one hand. The sun is very good today, but he can't get rid of the fog in his heart

Somehow, he had an intuition that he wanted to lose her.

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When Dongfang Shijin came in, ye Qingcheng was still standing at the table, ready to pour out the egg noodles she laid last night.

"Who told you to pour it?"

The Oriental world brocade is like an iceberg for thousands of years. The handsome face is always solid ice.

It's hard to imagine... Such a strong and cold man will become another gentle person in front of Ye Qingcheng.

"I......" of course, ye Qingcheng didn't know that it was Suna who gave her the medicine. She opened her mouth slightly, and there was a broken voice, "I......"

Dongfang Shijin stared at her, "can you speak? Have you met your old lover and become mute?"

"..." Ye Qingcheng opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain, "last night... Can't... can't..."

Her vocal cords are still painful, but she can speak intermittently, "I... I'm... I'll make another..."

Dongfang Shijin's lips were ironic, "often do it for him? Very skilled?"

Her broken voice is not ye Qingcheng's.

She is not ye Qingcheng.

"..." Ye Qingcheng was carrying a bowl of noodles and didn't know what to respond to.

She doesn't often do it, she has never done it... But ye Qingcheng doesn't know why she is so skilled. She can cook

Ye Qingcheng never went into the kitchen in a year.

"You only need to know one thing..." Dongfang Shijin suddenly got close and pinched her chin with one hand, but her black eyes were full of threats, "you can never replace her position, and you should never have this idea..."

She is only qualified to do what servants do.

Ye Qingcheng felt an inexplicable pain in her heart. Her face was a little pale. She didn't even realize it, "I... I didn't think about it..."

"Never thought of the best." Dongfang Shijin coldly raised her lips and smiled and loosened her chin.

Ye Qingcheng's face is pale. It's so uncomfortable in the eyes of Dongfang Shijin

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