Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Then, in his manor, the woman never left.

At least Ye Qingcheng is different, just because of her appearance?

"What's your name?"

He suddenly got up, and ye Qingcheng immediately became vigilant, but the chain made a tinkling sound.

Ye Qingcheng is not so afraid that she will do that to her, because he seems to be gay and his sexual orientation is not heterosexual.

Ye Qingcheng naturally relaxed a little, but at least she still had some vigilance.

For example, some people's sexual orientation is bisexual

His voice is beautiful and gorgeous, just like the soft spring breeze, low and deep.

He bypassed the big bed, came to the wine rack at the end, took two tall glasses and a bottle of red wine, and returned to the imperial concubine's couch.

"Bang -"

The red wine cork pops up clearly.

The air was filled with an intoxicating smell of aged wine.

He stood in front of the imperial concubine's bed, lazily, poured two glasses of red wine and handed one to the man next to him.

He sat down leisurely, his legs folded, and a pair of dark green eyes fell straight on Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were cold and his mouth was cold. "Why are you interested in me?"

"Maybe?" he shook his goblet and smiled low. A carved silver ring on his hand was shining with a clear light in the dark red light of wine.

The man next to him took a sip of red wine and put his other hand on the armrest of the imperial concubine's couch.

This scene made Ye Qingcheng feel a pressure.

"Answer my question just now. What's your name?"

He sat down, his slender fingers holding a transparent tall glass, the liquid swaying and shaking.

"Ye Jing." Ye Qingcheng casually blabbered a name, then twisted his body restlessly, and said sternly, "untie the rope in my hand!"

The man with light blond hair heard the sound, his handsome and unreal face floated a smile, slightly raised his chin, and the man next to him took something like a remote control and pressed a button——

"Drop -"

The handcuffs on her wrists were opened. Her wrists seemed numb and unconscious. She lifted them up, perhaps because she slept for a long time, resulting in the handcuffs oppressing the blood circulation.

Slightly moved, not so numb, but slightly weak.

Ye Qingcheng raised his hand and touched the collar on his neck. It felt cool. The collar was made of artificial spider silk!

Artificial spider silk, the most tough material, has incredible tensile strength, which is several times greater than steel of the same thickness. This spider silk has amazing tensile strength and toughness, and can absorb energy and automatically repair its original shape.

That is to say, the hand pull doesn't stop at all.

And the collar is carefully woven.

The other end of the collar is imprisoned by a gold chain, on which there are fine diamonds, dazzling and shining.

"So imprisoning me is your way of hospitality?" Ye Qingcheng looked at the two men coldly and tried his best to calm down.

She can't think of any reason.

"When did you say you were a guest?"

The blonde man took a sip of red wine and put it down. His breath was weak and gentle.

Especially the white face, beautiful and harmless.

But his dark green eyes are like the poisonous rattlesnake in the mountain forest, like the fierce light passing in the jungle!

This kind of person is vicious, but good at disguise.