Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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

Tears suddenly fell off guard. Ye Qingcheng moved his eyelashes slightly. Lu Jingshen's figure can still be seen through the fuzzy light.

He always sat at the window, his handsome face was covered with a light shadow, and his facial features were exquisite and three-dimensional.

He just stood there, his low eyes falling on her face.

It's full of love.

In the blink of an eye, the figure was gradually blurred by tears.

Ye Qingcheng buried his face in the pillow, his head was drowsy, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

A quiet night.

The next day, ye Qingcheng opened his eyes and sat up suddenly after a few seconds. He was hurt. His eyes looked around. No one entered.

There is a strange feeling in my heart that he didn't come back all night?

But ye Qingcheng didn't know that after she fell asleep, at 3 a.m., the door was pushed open.

The tall figure carries a little wine, mixed with the smell of tobacco.

The silent eyes stared at the sleeping face, and the chest suddenly hurt. There were bits and pieces of tenderness in it, but it couldn't melt the cold ice for thousands of years

Reach out and want to touch the fragile face, but the hand suddenly retracts at the moment of touching.

He sat on the imperial concubine's couch beside the bed. His handsome features were deep and three-dimensional, emitting the smell of wild arrogance.

"Cha -"

The faint blue light of the fire jumped and lit the cigar at his fingertips.

A muffled cough.

The person on the bed has a delicate and white face, but it is pale white. Only a bedside lamp is turned on, and the light orange light is extremely mild.

His heart seemed to be kneaded by an invisible little hand, and the dull pain rippled from his heart.

He stubbed out the cigar in his hand.

The door was closed again.

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As usual, a maid came to deliver meals. In the daytime, the bodyguard allowed her to go out of the house, but she was not allowed to step out of the villa. I think so. I'm afraid she'll make any trouble with any more tricks.

Ye Qingcheng really didn't, because her injury hasn't healed yet, which can only drag her down.

At the end of the day, ye Qingcheng was stuffy in his bedroom.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, ye Qingcheng leaned half against the bed with the chicken soup that the servant had sent in to replenish his body.

There was a sound of neat car braking downstairs. Ye Qingcheng hurriedly jumped down and ran to the window. Sure enough, he saw a row of Bentley parked neatly. The third car at the back was an arrogant Maybach.

Then, all the bodyguards in Bentley got off and formed two trains.

The front passenger seat door of Maybach opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit got off. It was a horse. He went around the back and opened the door.

The tall and tall man got out of the car and outlined his perfect figure in a dark brown stand collar short windbreaker.

The facial lines carved by the knife are sharp and profound, and the whole body exudes a strong and cold atmosphere.

The bodyguard behind him followed.

Immediately, ye Qingcheng hurried to the door of the bedroom and wanted to go out and talk with the man.

Several bodyguards stood at the door.

Dongfang Shijin walks into the living room with the horse. Ye Qingcheng looks over there, and no one looks up.