Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The maid was silent from beginning to end. After carefully handling the wound on her face, she went out and came in again with a delicate white jade tray in her hand.

The porridge above was steaming, and the smell of the food penetrated Ye Qingcheng's nose.

The man was lifted up with a soft backrest behind him.

The spoon containing porridge was handed to Ye Qingcheng's lips. Ye Qingcheng didn't open his mouth. The spoon was there all the time.

"You... Young master?" Ye Qingcheng didn't eat the porridge. He suddenly opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse like torn rags.

It's terrible.

The maid did not answer Ye Qingcheng's questions, and regardless of Ye Qingcheng's wishes, she forced two mouthfuls of porridge. Later, ye Qingcheng struggled so hard that the bowl of porridge was placed on the bedside table, and the maid withdrew.

At the moment when the door slammed shut, ye Qingcheng's heart was like a stone, landing heavily. I didn't know what it felt. It was very dull.

After trying hard to leave, he was finally sent back to the manor like hell.

The pain spread all over. Ye Qingcheng lowered his head. Many bruises on his body and even scars scratched by trees have condensed.

The faces of the two men came to her mind.

They are a family.

In the confusion before sleeping, ye Qingcheng heard some vague conversations. Ye Qingcheng didn't want to know what purpose they were close to her. Her only idea was that her life had been earth shaking since she met this man.

Ye Qingcheng went to the ground barefoot. The woolen carpet under her feet was thick and slightly pricked. The pain on her body was sour. She had no fracture, but the trauma was extremely serious.

She endured it, walked to the door, put her hand on the cold handrail and opened the door——

Several bodyguards stood at the door. When they saw her coming out, they took a step forward and silently imprisoned her.

Ye Qingcheng pulled the corners of his mouth ironically. From here, he saw the lights below.

Bright glare.

Ye Qingcheng closed the door, went back to bed - and sat down, looking at the clock by the wall. It was 8:30 p.m.

In two hours, the man will come back. Will the life she has been avoiding start again?

Ye Qingcheng glanced around. There was nothing to defend herself. Her eyes fell on the atherosclerotic bowl, picked it up and smashed it

Ye Qingcheng took a large fragment and hid it under the pillow. Anyway, she won't let the man touch her today!

His head was still dull and painful. Ye Qingcheng didn't dare to lie down and sleep. He leaned against the soft pillow and curled up like a small cat.

His hand is still under the pillow so that he can take out the porcelain at any time.

Ye Qingcheng's face is towards the balcony. Through the thin curtain, you can vaguely see the light below.

The nose is sore.

Ye Qingcheng felt that his recent month was really painful.

When I met this man, I was imprisoned again. I lost my body. I couldn't find my beloved Lu Jingshen and go back to my home.

Many things are intertwined and miscellaneous in Ye Qingcheng's mind.

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