Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"I... may be... Every month..." Ye Qingcheng said intermittently.

"What?" the Oriental world brocade locked its eyebrows, and its chest was hot and hard.

He stared at the woman in his arms. He didn't understand what ye Qingcheng was talking about. His eyes locked her eyes.

"Aunt..." after all, ye Qingcheng was guilty, and his body leaned against his arms, "I want to have a rest..."

"Didn't you come once this month?"

"My aunt is always inaccurate, and every time before she comes, she will have sudden abdominal pain, which will last for some days..."

Ye Qingcheng's hand moved to his lower abdomen without trace.

Dongfang Shijin looked at her suspiciously.

Aunt may come twice a month?

Last time I remember, it was only a dozen days ago?

"Why?"

"I've always been my aunt. I began to ache a week ago..." Ye Qingcheng's body is soft like a ball of cotton. "My stomach hurts very much. I want to have a rest."

She rubbed in his arms like a lamb.

There are two dark clouds in the beautiful eyebrows of the Oriental world brocade.

The sharp eyes of the two blades seemed to pierce Ye Qingcheng's heart.

Ten days plus a week can indeed be regarded as a physiological period.

Generally, the physiological period of women ranges from 21 days to 31 days, with exceptions.

The number of elevators was still beating, and ye Qingcheng's heart was almost in his throat.

5、4、3……

The faces of the people below are becoming clearer and clearer

The numbers are still jumping

"Presidential suite."

"Bang --" Ye Qingcheng's heart seemed to fall suddenly, with a drowning man and the stability of oxygen

The elevator rises slowly again.

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive and tense. Ye Qingcheng leaned against his chest and could only see his firm side face lines.

Ma Zai is talking on the phone and listening to the content. He is calling a doctor.

The heart beat violently. In fact, ye Qingcheng naturally knew that he had nothing at all.

But now it's impossible for her to say she doesn't need a doctor. Instead, she will be suspicious.

The elevator stopped steadily, and the figures on the first floor became tiny black spots.

Instead, ye Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Dongfang Shijin held Ye Qingcheng in his arms. It was rare that ye Qingcheng did not resist. His breath was cold all the way.

After a bodyguard checked in, he handed the room card to Ma Zai. As soon as Ma Zai opened the door, Dongfang Shijin had gone in with Ye Qingcheng.

The room was dark.

The horse turned on the light on the wall and automatically exited the door.

Dongfang Shijin took Ye Qingcheng in and put her on the bed. She pulled her quilt. The sound line was steady. "Lie here and I'll be right back."

Ye Qingcheng curled up in bed in such pain and closed his eyes tightly. When the sound of closing the door came from the door, ye Qingcheng opened his eyes and listened carefully.

There was only the footsteps of a man outside. It seemed that the bodyguards were at the door.

As soon as ye Qingcheng looked at the layout of the whole room, he immediately realized that this is a floor close to the roof.

Because in the Imperial Hotel, only the top floor is the presidential suite.

When Lu Jingshen brought her to visit before, she was still impressed.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes turned, immediately opened the quilt, got out of bed and ran barefoot to the balcony. The balcony is a semi arched floor window with a small circle of railings outside.

Next to the wall is another suite.