Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

It doesn't matter. Just leave this man. After all, ye Qingcheng didn't take the initiative to post it.

Ye Qingcheng has already thought out his words in his heart.

The other party should not be unreasonable and unforgiving. Famous ladies, shouldn't they be hot? Ye Qingcheng thought.

Even though I'm nervous

In the bright and luxurious living room, a woman dressed in a dark blue dress, with white legs, sat there mature and elegant.

Dongfang Shijin sat on the sofa opposite her and heard the sound. His sharp eyes looked at her like two sharp swords, which virtually pierced her.

Ye Qingcheng stared at the woman. Pictures flashed in front of him. His heart suddenly became chaotic. Why does this woman have a familiar feeling?

"What are you doing standing there?" Dongfang Shijin frowned and looked at the woman. She was wearing a long white dress with no expression on her face and still holding a piece of porcelain in her hand?

Just then he heard the sound of knocking at the door and breaking things inside.

What's she doing in there?

Ye Qingcheng frowned with two willow eyebrows. This woman

Why is there a familiar feeling

Black and white photos, half exposed faces

Close your eyes and lean on the man's shoulder. It's only half of your face. Those slightly flattering eyes

Big wave hair

One by one coincides with the woman in front of me!

For a moment, ye Qingcheng's brain "buzzed".

Invisible, as if all one consciousness seemed to be defeated and disintegrated in a state of evacuation.

"Pa Da -" the porcelain chip in his hand fell to the ground.

He rolled on the floor twice and finally stood still on the heavy wool carpet.

The sound is crisp and gradually becomes dull.

"Barefoot, not cold?" Dongfang Shijin got up and picked up the barefoot little woman. Unexpectedly, she was so dishonest that she would make such a fuss.

Dongfang Shijin hugged her, her little hands were cold, heard the crazy sound of smashing things inside, and carefully checked her body for scratches.

Ye Qingcheng stared at the woman, his face suddenly pale.

Qin Zhao is elegant and exudes the smell of a mature woman. When she looks at Ye Qingcheng, she does not hide her amazement at her beauty.

Although Ye Qingcheng's height is 168, his skeleton is slim and looks particularly thin and lovable.

Especially the long white dress, like a beautiful forest elf.

This face is so beautiful that it is different from all the women Qin Zhao has seen.

Pure but with a charm from the bone, like a wisp of smoke, curling and fuzzy.

Such a woman is undoubtedly invisible and attractive. Like drugs, it makes people feel addicted and sink

She didn't know the beautiful woman in front of her.

Dongfang Shijin didn't worry at all, because he knew that ye Qingcheng had never contacted Qin Zhao. Only the photos in the files had only one eye or even half of Qin Zhao's hair. He didn't even have other information about Qin Zhao, let alone detailed photos.

Maybe they met on the road?

But soon, Dongfang Shijin denied that Qin Zhao came to China with him, and there was no previous chance encounter.

Dongfang Shijin picked up her little hand. Her skin was very delicate. She looked at it carefully. There was no wound at all.

"Why did you frame my brother?!" Ye Qingcheng looked at the woman and his lips trembled. For so long, ye Qingcheng dreamed of finding the woman and asked.