Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Transfer all the employees of the Imperial Hotel to me."

"No..." almost the next moment, ye Qingcheng opened his mouth and looked up. His face was still as pale as ever. There were deep hidden worries in his eyes.

No, it must not. It can't involve Lu Yunshen and Lu Jingshen.

This man is really terrible!

Ye Qingcheng can't imagine how powerful his power is, but since he can practice being innocent into being put in prison, he can deduct charges at will, even with so many bodyguards and real guns

These are far from being provoked by the Lu family or even ordinary people.

His face was cold. Although there was a smile on his lips, there was no human emotion at all.

The complexion of the Oriental world brocade was really a meal.

"Is it particularly pleasant for you to play * with others like this?" Ye Qingcheng finally opened his mouth, his voice was still hoarse and painful. "Yes, I deceived you, so you have to punish others for this consequence wantonly?"

Dongfang Shijin just looked at her without saying a word.

Ye Qingcheng had no bottom in his heart, but he could only harden his head and go on.

Because if she gives in and shows weakness, he will gain an inch with his rogue character.

"I will bear the consequences myself."

Ye Qingcheng's pale face was smiling coldly, as if mocking him!

Good.

Arrogant and stubborn, refused to bow his head.

Dongfang Shijin narrowed his eyes slightly, slightly moved his body, and raised his hand to let Ma Zai and others go.

The horse looked at the situation and motioned back slightly. The bodyguard picked up the frightened doctor and closed the door, leaving a separate space.

After the door closed, there was no tension. Anyway, the doctor had nothing to do... But she had to face the man alone.

It doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't continue to torture others in front of her.

She couldn't see innocent people because she was hurt that didn't belong to her.

Dongfang Shijin suddenly got up, and his slender body came to his face, carrying Sen Leng from hell.

The chin was pinched by people, and ye Qingcheng raised his eyes, facing the pair of breathtaking black eyes.

The dark anger is stirring and heating up inside, like a cold wind from hell. Ye Qingcheng has no spectrum in his heart.

"You are very brave," the Oriental world brocade sneered at her thin lips, "deception, provocation, cleverness, what else?"

The chest seemed to be pinched by someone, with dull pain.

This pain is indescribable and difficult to speak. It is like a person drowning in the water. When he opens his mouth, water flows into his nose and suffocates.

Dark bangs swept down and hung on his forehead, making his face more gloomy.

Dongfang Shijin stared coldly at the woman under him.

That pair of clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. Her skin was white. Now it looked abnormal pale because of illness.

The crimson lips also turned cherry pink.

The facial features in the golden ratio are exquisite and small, like lilies blooming in the sun, refreshing and pure.

But the eyes are clear and have unspeakable charm, just like the bright red roses in full bloom at night.

She has such magic.

But she is ill again, like a fragile doll, pale and lifeless

Let his heart dull pain, but her deception made him sharp anger.