Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"You..." just as the maid was about to turn around and go out, ye Qingcheng said she didn't understand why she asked her to stop.

"Anything else, miss?" the maid stood in front of the door.

"Do you remember... That woman...?" Ye Qingcheng's throat still hurts vaguely, but it's much better. It must be that the medicine Suna gave her today has worked.

"Hmm..." of course, the maid remembers Ye Qingcheng. Such a beautiful woman still feels the shadow of Ye Qingcheng in retrospect, "Her name is Ye Qingcheng... Very beautiful and the young master's favorite woman, but just a year ago, the young master brought her back to England, and then... I don't know what happened. The young master came back here alone, because most of their memories are in China..."

Ye Qingcheng's face was still bloodless. She nodded stiffly and wanted to say something more. For example... She really wanted to know if she was so similar to that woman?

But ye Qingcheng still didn't ask.

The maid also looked at things very much. Looking at Ye Qingcheng's face, she quickly pushed the clothes hanger in.

Various styles of dresses hang on the hanger, black, white, goose yellow... Long, short, one shoulder

Of course, ye Qingcheng didn't know. All these dresses were worn by her.

"The young master asked you to choose one by yourself..." the maid said and retreated to the door. "If you need anything... You can call me directly."

Ye Qingcheng nodded. After the maid left, she was the only one left in the room.

Ye Qingcheng went to the floor mirror next to the big bed and looked at her cheek, which made her feel a little strange. This face made her feel a little fake, but she raised her hand and touched it with the touch of her skin

Her eyes were red.

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath, turned to the bathroom, washed his face and sobered his dizzy brain.

Ye Qingcheng walked to the hanger with 25 dresses hanging on it.

Ye Qingcheng's hand gently brushed these clothes. The soft fabrics are all handmade by the top designers.

Even... She doesn't need to wear it. She knows these sizes are hers.

The red one is too publicity, the black one is too retro, and the goose yellow one shows that she is very spiritless

Ye Qingcheng's hand stayed on a white skirt. The tail on the ground was like a white water lily blooming on the ground.

Some inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Ye Qingcheng gently stretched out his hand and took down this skirt. The skirt is long and slightly fishtail design, which can perfectly outline her figure. The heart-shaped bra is decorated with many shiny and fine diamonds, and the position at the waist is a fine lace handmade hook flower.

It won't be too publicity or too inconspicuous.

Somehow, when ye Qingcheng took this dress, a very beautiful woman turned her back to her and put it on. Her body was like a Senhai demon in the illusion. She turned her head and the nobility and elegance between her eyes and eyebrows were incisive

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath... Why did the woman's face linger in front of her?

Because she saw too many photos today.