Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"But the more she runs away, the easier it is to arouse my brother's desire for conquest." Dongfang Shikai narrowed his eyes. He can't completely determine whether Dongfang Shijin rushed to China from Europe for a phone call. Is it because of her?

But there is no doubt that this woman, no matter what, is attractive enough.

However, if you follow the thinking of ordinary women, you will only try your best to stay with Dongfang Shijin, not escape.

Because of what?

There seems to be a fog between the Oriental world brocade and ye Qingcheng.

"Come on, Kyd, we still have something to do." Dongfang Shikai fixed her time on the picture coming out of her bedroom, took the remote control and turned off the TV.

Kyd got up, took the black windbreaker and put it on. The whole person's breath was cold and thin.

Dongfang Shikai smiled and put on the coat brought by Kyd.

Ye Qingcheng ran to the door, took a deep breath, carefully pulled down the silver door handle and opened a small crack

Outside is a dark red carpet, gorgeous white wood carved railings, no lights on, it's dark.

There is an unspeakable strangeness.

It's so quiet that you can hear the needle drop clearly.

Ye Qingcheng, barefoot, stepped on the heavy carpet and could hear his heart beating quietly.

It is a wide dark brown wooden revolving staircase with carved wild roses on the handrail.

The downstairs decoration is also the same deep, dark brown wool sofa, gray floor, retro and mysterious tone.

On the wooden stairs, the white carved wooden doors behind closed tightly.

It is more like an uninhabited villa with a mysterious and suffocating atmosphere everywhere.

All the way to the door, ye Qingcheng's heart has been beating nervously. The dome roof design is more spacious. The gray wool sofa placed in the center of the hall and the scarlet tassel tablecloth fall from the original wooden table.

The red wine on the table exudes a mellow smell.

Anyone who walks in such a villa will feel his heart beating involuntarily

Ye Qingcheng went to the door, quietly held his breath and opened the painted black door in front of him.

The overwhelming sunshine swept over, and ye Qingcheng couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly to adapt.

Tall and luxuriant trees, all kinds of birds, and the warm wind brushed his cheeks.

Just get out of here and she'll be free.

Ye Qingcheng couldn't help smiling, opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly saw a matte black Maserati parked not far in front.

Ye Qingcheng panicked inexplicably.

The car seemed to feel Ye Qingcheng, slowly backed up and stopped.

When the glass window came down, it was that handsome and unreal face.

Ye Qingcheng felt his breath suddenly stagnate.

"You came out 8 minutes and 49 seconds later than we expected," said Dongfang Shikai, sitting in the co driver's seat with his lazy hand on the window. He raised his hand and pressed it. The door in the back seat slowly opened, "get in."

"You've all planned?" Ye Qingcheng stood in place, the floor slightly touched his feet, and his whole body was cold, like a bucket of cold water pouring down from the beginning.

"It's OK not to get on the bus. It's a 45 minute walk from the exit," he didn't answer Ye Qingcheng's question. He looked down slowly and fell on Ye Qingcheng's bare feet. "These feet are so beautiful and scarred that they don't look good."