Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Qin Zhao stood blankly by the car. There was no expression on his face. There was no soft warmth when he looked at her

He was expressionless and without any emotion. [Qin Zhao, we have nothing to do anymore.]

Just a few days of feelings, so draw a full stop, has not started, it has ended.

The meeting was arranged by others, but it was a surprise. They... Shouldn't have any feelings

Qin Zhao, Qin Zhao

The scene seemed to be blurred, and tall French Wutong was blown by the wind, and there was a loud noise.

The flower fragrance in the air is quiet, but it has lost its taste

Just now, when he stood in front of her, she could still remember the faint mint fragrance on him

"Miss Qin, do you need to take you back to your apartment now?" the driver asked aloud.

Qin Zhao took a deep breath and blinked hard. Tears forced him to go back. He said faintly, "OK."

That's it... It's over

It doesn't matter anymore

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The music fountain at the door of the villa is still spraying water, the water from the angel pouring pot is splashing, and the night wind outside is blowing quietly

The tall trees and wild roses are enchanting.

The night is as cool as water, calm

It was like a very beautiful night.

Suddenly, ye Qingcheng turned back and looked at the man sitting there indifferently. His face was shrouded in a faint candle light, gorgeous, handsome and beautiful, like a medieval oil painting.

Those black eyes were cold and sharp, but they were as deep as a cold pool.

Ye Qingcheng walked straight over. His white little hand took the red wine bottle and goblet placed on the table and poured a glass of red wine.

Dongfang Shijin looked at her like that and didn't know what she wanted to do.

Next second.

Full of red wine poured on his face.

"Tick -"

"Tick -"

"Tick -"

The enchanting purplish red liquid slid down the bridge of his tall nose and soaked his shirt

A layer of frost gradually condensed in those black eyes.

But there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

Ye Qingcheng hated him very much, especially the smile on his face. He wanted to pour more glasses of red wine.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the liquid on his lips.

Ye Qingcheng felt sick.

"No one is qualified to give you advice, so if I threw you, should it be a capital crime?"

Ye Qingcheng's delicate body stood in front of him, with her own faint fragrance.

This sweet smell made him miss it for several days. Every night, his nose is full of familiar fragrance.

It was the same shower gel, but it didn't smell like her, which made him crazy.

The chest suddenly shook, and Dongfang Shijin suddenly took back the suddenly overflowing emotion.

He got up, tall and straight, more than a head taller than her.

He pinched her chin with great strength. Her chin was a little white. Her facial features were so beautiful. Unfortunately, his eyes were cold and disgusted.