Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Heavy Gray Wool curtains are pulled up on both sides. Through a thin layer of white gauze, you can see the green tree crown. This should be the second floor, and there should be a swimming pool or fountain downstairs.

Ye Qingcheng looked back and found himself lying on a huge bed. The carved bed columns were carefully pulled up.

This is an exquisite and luxurious bedroom.

But this is not your own bedroom!

Ye Qingcheng's eyes suddenly shrunk and wanted to turn over, but her body hurt fiercely. She looked down and had a lot of bruises——

The scene before the coma surged like a tide.

She was tied to her hands and feet, wrapped in a sack and kicked hard for a long time.

Before she could react, she suddenly heard a female voice——

"She's awake!"

Ye Qingcheng looked up and saw a woman in a maid's uniform put down her tray and hurried out.

There is a cup of warm milk and some ointment on the tray.

Then, a tall figure of a man came in, mixed with a special aroma.

Ye Qingcheng narrowed his eyes and could only see his tall figure with cold breath.

The temperament is noble and lonely, and the whole person exudes a cold atmosphere.

Perhaps because he was against the light, ye Qingcheng only saw his extremely beautiful face and his frightening eyes.

The eyes are lonely and deep, which makes people shudder.

Somehow, the air pressure in the room seems to have dropped a few degrees since the man came in.

Then, a team of doctors lined up to check her, and ye Qingcheng was silent and let the doctors fiddle with her.

But this feeling is not good. It seems to be choked by someone. A pair of eyes not far away see her thoroughly.

Ye Qingcheng glanced down and saw the man sitting on the sofa only a few steps away from her, with his long legs casually.

A navy blue shirt and Black Slim pants.

Curly bangs and dark pupils.

His expression was uncertain.

He sat there like a medieval retro oil painting.

I don't know when the heavy wool curtains fell down, and the air was slightly cool on the night of early summer.

A few silver candlesticks were lit in the corner, the candlelight beat, and the expression on his face was cold and silent.

It's like a leopard lurking in the corner waiting for prey. It's dangerous and frightening.

"Click -"

The sound of the lighter sounded, and the light blue light reflected his side face.

Handsome and evil.

"Everything is normal, but there are several bruises on the body. It's not a big problem to wipe the medicine on time."

"No fractures were found."

"Everything is normal."

The doctors finished their routine report and prescribed some drugs. A middle-aged man standing at the door nodded, and a group of doctors withdrew.

"Click -"

With the doctor's departure, ye Qingcheng felt as if the air was frozen and oppressive.

Dongfang Shijin is sitting on the sofa with dark eyes. The slender woman is half leaning on the bed and half wearing her hair. She can only see a side face.

Small nose, ruddy lips, doll like eyelashes.

And the chest that fluctuates with breathing.

It's just that the corners of his mouth are bruised and his face is too pale.