Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The technician took off her clothes on the nearby shelf and held them over. Ye Qingcheng felt a folded note in the interlayer of her underwear.

"Don't tell him I'm here." after that, ye Qingcheng thought that the man's identity was mysterious. I'm afraid the front desk couldn't find his information.

The front desk also has no right to disclose this information at will.

Lu Yunshen is also more unlikely to find it layer by layer.

After thinking for a while, ye Qingcheng added, "if he asks you where the person who gave you this note is, you can say you met me by chance. Don't tell him you met me here."

If it is revealed that ye Qingcheng is here, Lu Yunshen is likely to come down to find her.

At that time, I will definitely meet the man.

His identity is not simple. Ye Qingcheng intuitively believes that Lu Yunshen will suffer.

The technician hesitated again, "but I... Am not qualified to enter the president's office."

"Don't worry about this," said Ye Qingcheng. "You just need to give him this note and say miss Ye. As for how to get this note, you can play at will, but remember not to reveal that you met me here."

"Why...?" the technician didn't understand. If he said it, wouldn't it be easier to find her?

"Because this man is cruel, I can't complicate things." Ye Qingcheng shook his head.

"OK, I'll try my best to help you."

Ye Qingcheng nodded and said gratefully, "after I leave him, I will thank you very much."

The technician answered and felt unfair for ye Qingcheng. The man outside was handsome and charming, but in fact he was a devil.

Such a beautiful and moving woman should have a happy life, but she was imprisoned by another irrelevant person.

A woman's good years, do not know when this kind of day is the first.

The technician couldn't help feeling sorry for ye Qingcheng, not to mention being so beautiful

The technician pushed open the bathroom door. There was no man on the sofa outside.

"Finished massaging her?"

The cool voice suddenly sounded. The technician was startled and turned around in a hurry.

The perfect man sat on the imperial concubine's soft couch near the balcony, and one side of the light gold fur cushion fell to the ground.

The man's face is hidden in the shadow. He can only feel the depression and coldness of the persecution.

And two bodyguards standing next to him, both 190 and above in height, and both of them are well-trained foreigners with strong physique.

They are all dressed in black uniforms, which looks more pressing.

There was also a middle-aged man in black standing beside him with a scar on his face, which looked very ferocious.

Maybe it's because the room is too big... She didn't see it just now.

"After pressing and massaging..." the technician lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly.

"What did she do inside?" Dongfang Shijin was elegant, sitting lazily, with one hand on the armrest of the soft couch.

"I didn't do anything..." the technician lowered his head. "Miss, just told some of your stories."

"Go on." Dongfang Shijin raised her eyebrows slightly and couldn't help wondering what the woman did inside or talked to strangers?

About them?

Their story?

"The young lady said... You have a good relationship... You have been telling me the story of your love."

A touch of interest crossed his dark pupil.