Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The steps of Dongfang Shijin are sharp, as if with the cold wind outside. There is an uncontrollable emotion in his eyebrows

[young master, if you really doubt... We can go to the underground black market in s city. There is a person there... But before that, I have something to be honest with you...]

【……】

[a year ago, when Miss Ye prepared drugs for you, she went to the black market. He was the most powerful pharmacist in the black market, but... He was the servant of Claudia, the goddess of the black market, and Lord Brian, the king of the black market. He only served the king of the black market family all his life...]

【……】

[however, in the black market, Miss ye once opened the lock in the black market. It is said that only those who flow similar to Claudia and Brian's blood can open it, and can refine a special inhibitory drug...]

[I mentioned Miss ye to him this time... Although I don't know why Miss ye can be involved in the black market, I'd better try...]

【……】

Dongfang Shijin held the person in his arms tightly and strode to the living room. He saw a tall Western man standing there, walking back and forth, as if he was impatient

He should have been waiting in the black market all his life, so his clothes and clothes are incompatible with the people here

His flaxen hair is a little long, curly on both sides of his shoulders, and his clothes are old-fashioned, some worn and mended

Especially when he looked back, he was old and full of gullies

"Princess Cecilia..."

He saw the man in the arms of the Oriental world brocade, and the low sender exclaimed.

Dongfang Shijin frowned and didn't have time to ask him the details of the matter. He put Ye Qingcheng on the spacious and comfortable sofa.

He stretched out his hand and caressed Ye Qingcheng's messy hair behind his ears.

Evan came forward, took down the old gold reading glasses from his collar with a trembling hand, took them up, looked at Ye Qingcheng's current face and kept saying these things

[oh... Princess Cecilia... Who dares to do such a thing on you...]

It will erode your beauty...]

Dongfang Shijin frowned and listened to his fluent English pronunciation

The horse is also atmospheric. He can only use his eyes to show that there is nothing

Evan took out a small glass bottle from his pocket. The glass bottle was stuffed with a wooden stopper. It was blue liquid

The horse's eyes flashed across the black market room, in a large blue glass cabinet, climbing poisonous snakes

He took out a small needle tube. When Dongfang Shijin saw it, the pupil like a beast suddenly pricked up a bloodthirsty light. However, before he could act, Evan had inserted the needle into Ye Qingcheng's arm——

A small tube of blood was drawn in, and he injected a few milliliters of blood into the blue glass bottle

"Crash --"

A large white bubble is pouring in the glass bottle, as if what was the intense chemical reaction.

The horse looked at him in shock, and the eyebrows of Dongfang Shijin were tightly frowned

Evan's eyes looked, and his locked eyes seemed to be relieved at last.

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