Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Presumably, after her escape last time, the man will try his best to get Ye Liancheng to suppress her, but if there is no accident, ye Liancheng has been released on bail by Lu Yunshen, and then it is not difficult to find a new place to live with Ye Liancheng's contacts.

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath and stabilized his slightly disordered thoughts.

The maid waited outside the bathroom for ye Qingcheng to wash out, and quickly changed a dark blue dress for ye Qingcheng.

Retro style, long style, 5cm above the ankle, high waist.

The skirt falls naturally, and the silk fabric is very noble and elegant.

It seemed that ye Qingcheng remembered that this was the first time he took her out of Chanel store.

At that time, he bought almost all the clothes in Chanel's shop.

This is one of them.

Long hair, slender neck and beautiful curve. After a little dressing up, I opened the door of the bedroom.

Ye Qingcheng frowned slightly. It was just a dinner. When was etiquette so important?

Ye Qingcheng came down the stairs slowly. The hall on the first floor was illuminated by warm orange light. Every furniture looked so high-grade.

There is a retro light pastoral oil painting on the wall.

The carpet with crimson mosaic pattern in the hall.

Baroque style decoration seems so luxurious and blurred.

Step by step, the vault design of the restaurant and the golden walls are so dazzling everywhere.

On the long table, gilt tablecloth and tassels of the same color.

Hundreds of candlesticks were lit on the table.

The man sitting in the first place has a dark blue shirt and a slightly open neckline, which is wild and domineering.

The slightly curled bangs hang on the forehead, and the facial features are with thrilling beauty, extremely deep and three-dimensional.

He just sat there, powerful and noble, born proud, just like an emperor.

Black eyes, like sharp ice skates, looked coldly at her position.

When ye Qingcheng came to the door, he suddenly had a meal. The whole person was a little confused. In her position, she could see the figure of two other people.

The back of a woman in a purple dress, with sexy big wavy hair, all gathered on both sides of her shoulders.

There's a man next to her.

The man's back is too familiar. Ye Qingcheng's heart jumped violently. There was always an ominous premonition. It floated faintly in his heart

Dongfang Shijin narrowed her eyes slightly, and her back was against the light. The dark blue dress set off her pure and beautiful temperament.

The long hair was pulled up high.

The exposed neck is white and elegant, like the most elegant white swan in the lake, noble, proud and indifferent.

She stood there, slender, red naked skin with scars and cyan bruises.

The palm sized little face was pale, and the original crimson lips turned cherry pink, even some peeling.

It looks so fragile. Like a scattered doll, so thin and pale. Let his heart be slightly pricked at this moment.

Ye Qingcheng stepped forward step by step. It's not a long distance, but it's so difficult to walk. No matter how slow, no matter how slow.

The heart beat in the chest slowly slowed down from pounding to pounding.

No matter how flustered, it won't help. The most important thing now is the way to deal with it

The chair opened gracefully, and the smell of fragrance came in. Ye Qingcheng sat down and gracefully straightened his skirt. His smile was decent and indifferent, "brother, I haven't seen you for a long time."