Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng immediately began to struggle, "you let go of me! I have something to say to your young master, I have something!"

These new maids are specially trained. It is not difficult to drag Ye Qingcheng back to his bedroom.

Just when ye Qingcheng was about to despair——

"Ka -"

The door was opened from the inside. He was still wearing black slim suit pants, white shirt, slightly open neckline and exquisite clavicle.

The facial features are three-dimensional and deep under the light.

He stood against the light, his shadow slender behind him.

Ma Zi didn't expect that Dongfang Shijin would suddenly open the door and immediately said respectfully, "young master, we're afraid miss ye will disturb your handling of official business."

Dongfang Shijin glanced coldly at the two maids holding Ye Qingcheng. Finally, his eyes eased when he glanced over Ye Qingcheng.

The maid immediately released Ye Qingcheng.

"Never again," Dongfang Shijin coldly glanced at the horse and the surrounding maids and stretched out a hand to Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng pursed his lips and held the big palm he handed over, warm and generous, wrapping her hand.

Looking at the two men who turned in, the horse couldn't help but show a touch of complexity. When the young master is dealing with official business, no one should disturb him.

In the past, a young master's woman used to go in to deliver fruit on the pretext that she was kicked out of the villa. Since then, she has disappeared.

The young master is attracted to Ye Qingcheng.

But... It's dangerous.

He is just a servant and has no right to interfere in any behavior of Dongfang Shijin.

After the door was closed, ye Qingcheng was suddenly pressed on the wooden door, and the raised relief chrome back hurt.

Her chin was provoked, and she fell into those bottomless eyes.

"Miss me so soon?"

The evil lips of the Oriental world brocade are as wild as animals in the jungle.

His eye sockets are particularly deep, with slender and thick eyelashes. His black eyes are like the boundless deep sea, and the rolled up vortex is adsorbed.

Ye Qingcheng looked at his face, stood on tiptoe slightly, and put his soft boneless arms around his neck.

She took a step forward and pasted his hard and hot chest. There was a clarity in her eyes. "What if I say so?"

Pure white half length nightdress, just to the knee, retro design, complex and overlapping lace, and layered hook flowers on the cuffs.

The waterfall like long hair curled slightly and the red lips were charming, which lured him invisibly.

The heart of Dongfang Shijin jumped suddenly.

He suddenly picked up Ye Qingcheng, took her leg, pressed her on the carved wooden door, and a fanatical kiss fell on her lips.

Ye Qingcheng hooked his neck and let him do anything wrong.

All the way, ye Qingcheng was intoxicated with her eyes. Dongfang Shijin put her on her desk and raised her palm. Everything on it was brushed on the ground.

Jingling sound

The document is like a floating butterfly falling rapidly

"Wait..."

He raised his head with blood in his dark eyes.

The slightly long bangs drooped and swept through Junlang's deep eyebrows.

Enchanting and wild, but with his exclusive domineering.