Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

In the room with Dongfang Shijin, there is a hand-painted Han Dynasty beauty Huansha on the door, and the plain white yarn fan half covers the face.

In front of the door, hand-painted flowers and birds, light black bird patterns, stay on a blooming peony.

"I want to ask... Is the person inside Mr. Lu Jingshen?" said Ye Qingcheng, pointing to the next room. "I'm 201, ye Qingcheng."

"Er... Miss, I think you've got the wrong person," the waiter paused and heard Ye Qingcheng's words. "The guest inside is not Mr. Lu as you said. I'm sorry."

"..." Ye Qingcheng's head seemed to be knocked by a hammer, almost subconsciously asked, "isn't it Lu Jingshen inside..."

"No."

"Who's in there...?"

"Miss, according to the regulations, I was not allowed to disclose the names of guests, but you were next door..." the waiter looked at Ye Qingcheng in a panic, pale and bloodless, and couldn't bear it. "It's Mr. Jian Chen."

“……”

Ye Qingcheng even forgot what to answer next. The original smile on her face could no longer hold, but she still tried to hold back the acidity of the tip of her nose.

"OK... Thank you..."

Ye Qingcheng mechanically turned around and took two steps. He was still unwilling. He turned back, "can I go in and have a look? Even if I open the door a little..."

Unwilling, I can't believe it. The object of those women's discussion on the ferry deck just now is Lu Jingshen

But why did she arrive... But not him

"Sorry, miss... No one is allowed to enter without the request of the guests," the waiter also had no way. Seeing ye Qingcheng's face very bad, he hurriedly said, "Miss ye, are you all right..."

"...." Ye Qingcheng pulled his mouth slightly, unwilling to accept the fact, "Mr. Jian... Isn't it really Lu Jingshen? Maybe it's because he's like him..."

“……”

"I've been together for more than ten years. Maybe I think wrong..."

"Miss ye... Mr. Jane is not from s City, but from a city to attend the auction..."

Hearing Ye Qingcheng's muttering, the waiter's heart was also a little unbearable. Maybe this is a woman who has been separated from her lover for many years. At this banquet, I suddenly saw a person who is very similar to him

The waiter looked at Ye Qingcheng pitifully.

"Oh..." Ye Qingcheng was numb, and her strength seemed to be peeling away. She moved her lips and pulled out a smile worse than crying, "thank you... Don't bother..."

"Are you all right...? do you need me to call a doctor for you?"

"Miss ye...?"

Ye Qingcheng turned around. There was a soft red carpet under his feet, and the voice of the waiter behind him seemed ethereal.

Ye Qingcheng's brain was chaotic. Every step seemed to step on cotton. His body shook. Ye Qingcheng subconsciously grabbed the white jade carving pole next to him.

"Hiss -"

The palm of his hand tingled, and ye Qingcheng loosened it. Only then did he find that he was holding an angel carved from the carving rod. The angel had a bow and arrow in his hand.

Her hand was right on the tip of the arrow.

Cold tingling.

Ye Qingcheng mocked himself. This pain is nothing at all.

"Wow -"

"Wow -"

"Wow -"