Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The afterglow of the sunset came in, the rotating Ivory spiral ladder, the tall man leaned against the railing, the white shirt collar was slightly open, and his deep outline became blurred

Ye Qingcheng stood downstairs and looked up

At dinner, ye Qingcheng sat alone at one end of the long table, but the Oriental world brocade didn't appear.

On the contrary, the horse stood there and hesitated to speak.

Ye Qingcheng told the horse about everything long ago, but she skipped Bai Jingmo and master Dongfang. After all, she still wanted to see Bai Jingmo

"Does he still refuse to come down for dinner?" Ye Qingcheng never felt so powerless, although... She had expected this situation for a long time.

"The young master still won't believe you... It's Miss ye," the horse doesn't know what to do. "Otherwise, Miss ye... Eat first. Maybe the young master will be fine in a while."

Ye Qingcheng really has no appetite. He can't eat alone, especially after experiencing these things.

Maybe... Is it the best solution to give each other some time to calm down?

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Dark stone carved wooden doors and dark Gothic buildings, a man sat on the scarlet imperial concubine's couch with slender white fingers rubbing his chin. In front of him, a woman was lying on the stone floor, her skirt was messy and dilapidated.

The flesh and blood on a face is blurred, and there are no signs of life for a long time.

Lu Jingshen's face was gloomy.

He is undoubtedly angry. He dares someone to break his promise

Even pushed Ye Qingcheng down the roof.

The bony hands tightened tightly.

All the people who let him down, he will make them pay a price

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Instead of going back to the bedroom, ye Qingcheng found a guest bedroom and took a temporary rest for a few days. It seems that Dongfang Shijin is not in good condition. In this case, when they meet, the two people are arguing except for the cold war.

When ye Qingcheng finished washing, it was only more than six o'clock in the evening. She climbed into bed and was tired. She just wanted to sleep

A figure stood outside the door.

The door of the bedroom was not closed. When ye Qingcheng was about to get out of bed and close the door, he saw the Oriental world brocade standing outside.

His face was extremely handsome and gloomy, and his body was still the white shirt of the afternoon.

Ye Qingcheng's heart hit hard.

"Why... Come here?"

Ye Qingcheng asked him quietly, I don't know how to resolve this embarrassment in this case?

"Ye Qingcheng." he calmly called out her name, but ye Qingcheng was a little frightened.

"Yes."

She gave a dull reply.

"Not ready to explain everything to me."

Dongfang Shijin was calm and frightening, sentencing in the most bland tone.

"I have..." Ye Qingcheng felt a little underpowered. She really wanted to explain, but Dongfang Shijin was upstairs all the time. Ye Qingcheng summoned up the courage... Gave up.

"Do you have?" Dongfang Shijin suddenly opened the door and came in. He ruthlessly pinched her slender wrist and opened her thin lips. "Am I deaf?"

“……”

Ye Qingcheng suddenly became speechless. The man Dongfang Shijin... When did she not understand?