Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Seeing this, Dongfang Shijin picked up his mobile phone and went to the study next door.

Ye Qingcheng's hand picking grapes paused. What's the phone call? Let him answer it inside?

Immediately, ye Qingcheng realized that he was thinking about him, and his heart was a little agitated.

What does it matter to her whether he answers the phone or not?

Probably just because she felt that there was a feeling of hiding behind her back. She never liked it.

Lu Jingshen, Lu Jingshen, she has to find Lu Jingshen.

The ripples of the heart lake gradually return to calm.

But five minutes later, Dongfang Shijin came back with his mobile phone, and there was no big expression fluctuation on his face.

"Go inside and wait for me for a while." after Dongfang Shijin came out, he didn't allow Ye Qingcheng to doubt, so he beat her horizontally and picked her up.

Ye Qingcheng was too lazy to struggle. He kicked open the door of the bedroom and put her on the big bed.

Just as his body touched the soft mattress, ye Qingcheng rolled aside, propped up his side face with one hand, and there was a trace of cunning in his eyes.

"Shouldn't your wife come to check the post?"

Ye Qingcheng noticed that his face changed slightly when he saw the phone. In addition, he asked her to avoid. What important person must it be?

The man looks about 25 or 26 years old. Generally, most of the rich young masters have fiancees or are married at this time.

His fiancee?

His hidden wife?

She never heard him mention anything about him.

There was a strange feeling in her heart. Ye Qingcheng immediately gave up. Maybe she hated married men fooling around behind each other in her heart?

Dirty!

And he was a third party without knowing it?

She has always hated the existence of a third party and intervened in other people's feelings, but this kind of thing is more the man's fault.

scumbag

Thinking of this, ye Qingcheng's eyes did not hide at all.

Or maybe she can use this moment to make a big fuss, and then his wife will let her go?

Then she can go out openly, just don't know what others will think of her?

It doesn't matter. Anyway, she doesn't know this man or his wife. There's nothing to be ashamed of.

In such a short minute, many messy ideas flashed in Ye Qingcheng's mind one by one.

"Why, are you jealous?" the sexy low alcohol voice sounded. The big * bed sank slightly. In the next moment, ye Qingcheng was fished up.

"No!"

"I'm right to refute so quickly?"

Dongfang Shijin half leaned on the big bed -, imprisoned Ye Qingcheng with both arms and let her sit on her legs.

Zhan's black eyes are like ink splashing paintings, but that face is the depth of the west, like the abyss in the forest, which makes people fall.

"I've heard of narcissism. I've never heard of you so narcissistic," Ye Qingcheng left his white eyes to him. "You're disgusting to come to a woman behind your wife."

"When did I say I had a wife?" the voice of Dongfang Shijin was also slightly raised, and black eyes grabbed her clarity tightly.

"Guess for yourself." Ye Qingcheng didn't bother to talk to him.

"I'm afraid your guess is not accurate," Dongfang Shijin smiled low, and the smile on the corners of his lips was like a pool of spring water, which made his heart ripple.

"What's none of my business?"

"I have no wife."

"It has nothing to do with me."

"I don't have a girlfriend either."

"Enough?"

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth," Dongfang Shijin held her small nose, and a tenderness opened in her eyes.