Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Li Chen, thank you." Ye Qingcheng looked into his eyes and couldn't help feeling sour and heartfelt.

[Qingcheng... I, I... I am willing to do anything for you... It doesn't matter if you don't like me... I, I will...]

[Qingcheng... It's my own business to like you... Don't care... I just like you quietly...]

"It doesn't matter... Just think... It's the last thing I can do for you."

Li Chen knows that after seeing ye Qingcheng this time, it's a long way to see you next time. Maybe she didn't say it, but he already knows it.

He's not stupid.

Love is a two-way journey. There is always a bottom line for single love. If you touch the bottom line, single love will end.

For Li Chen, he knows that no matter what he does, for ye Qingcheng, it is only moving at most, and moving can not become love.

After that, before ye Qingcheng could answer, he turned around. After the bodyguard at the door checked, he stepped into the hall.

The ferry is brightly lit.

Crazy and disorderly blowing, ye Qingcheng deeply knows that he has angered the man. Originally, she thought that the man she saw today is Lu Jingshen. She will let Lu Jingshen take her away.

On the contrary, it was a stranger who had nothing to do with Lu Jingshen.

She has angered the beast. She has no choice. The only choice is to leave the land of right and wrong before the drug has been removed.

Ye Qingcheng doesn't know how long it took, maybe half an hour, maybe an hour?

……

Maybe?

……

I don't know why, this idea appeared in Ye Qingcheng's heart more than once, causing her heart to be upset again and again.

No, ye Qingcheng, you can't be upset, you can't be upset because of him!

She felt flustered and inexplicable. Ye Qingcheng's eyelids jumped for a moment, probably because when she was about to leave, she was always uneasy and afraid of complications.

Normal mentality.

Ye Qingcheng grabbed his hair. The original high bun of beautiful hair had become loose. With Ye Qingcheng's grasp, his hair simply scattered.

The long hair near the waist is curved, but extremely soft.

The wind was strong, so she just closed it at will and straightened it out.

Taking a deep breath, ye Qingcheng raised his feet and walked to the ferry.

Maybe it's because I stayed outside for a long time. When I first came in, I felt that the warmth inside was unreal.

Ye Qingcheng is carrying a skirt. A young musician is sitting next to a tripod piano, playing the famous dream of love. The beginning of the music runs through it with a quiet and soft melody, and the decomposition chord of his right hand is like clouds and flowing water.

The quiet and peaceful inside the ferry is really a strong contrast with the strong wind outside.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes wandered in the hall and couldn't help looking up to the second floor. The rooms on the second floor were dense, like crystal boxes made of glass, with the same luxury around octagons

There are women in big hoop skirts sitting with red wine and smiling with men. There are also men and women in twos and threes getting together to discuss something