Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Qingcheng -"

Lu Jingshen almost couldn't help whispering. Looking at the back, he was the same as ye Qingcheng.

His body moved slightly, but Lu Jingshen doubted whether he had just read it wrong, or had an illusion because of his deep yearning?

How could ye Qingcheng appear in S City prison?

How could ye Qingcheng have such enchanting skirts? Her wardrobe has always been the same light color system.

If you want to say, in Lu Jingshen's eyes, ye Qingcheng is a pure and quiet type. If you want to describe it according to other people's evaluation, it is elegant and noble, like a proud Swan with its head held high.

Turning her eyes, the woman leaned slightly, and the wide top hat lace fell, covering her face, revealing only a small sharp chin.

She leaned into a Bentley.

A row of domineering and luxurious unified Bentley teams.

Moreover, it is even more impossible for ye Qingcheng to have such a team.

In this way, Lu Jingshen's mouth couldn't help smiling bitterly.

I don't even have communication tools here, not even her news.

For many days, day and night almost become magic thoughts. There must be an illusion

Would regard a woman like her as her

"What's the matter?" Lu Yunshen asked, looking at Lu Jingshen suddenly abnormal and lonely.

"Nothing." Lu Jingshen took back his eyes and his face returned to calm.

Lu Yunshen couldn't help sighing in his heart. Knowing that Lu Jingshen didn't want to say, he stopped asking.

……

As the team drove along, Dongfang Shijin sat in the car with a deep and noble side face.

"Young master, go back to the manor?" asked the horse.

"HMM." the male voice answered faintly. After a few seconds, Dongfang Shijin changed his mind, "book a hotel with some characteristics in s city."

Needless to say, I know whose taste it is to cater to.

In fact, Dongfang Shijin has no habit of dining out.

The horse raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was 11:45 a.m.

So he quickly took out his tablet and began to find a suitable restaurant.

The requirements of Dongfang Shijin are naturally as clear as the back of his hand. First, he should be safe, second, he should have a proper environment, and third, he should have the right food.

Dongfang Shijin has always been very picky.

The horse frowned slightly, screening from hotel to hotel.

Finally, only the Imperial Hotel was locked.

Ye Qingcheng leaned against the window and narrowed his eyes to rest. Suddenly, he felt that the original straight-line team had turned.

Open your eyes, the motorcade obviously headed for the city center.

Not back to the manor?

"Where are you going?" Ye Qingcheng knocked on the front baffle.