Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The pain all over was like a broken shelf. The most important thing was that her head began to swell and ache after the sea breeze blew half the night last night.

The villa area is a little deserted, probably because half of the people have moved away.

When she bent down and touched the bottom of the carpet, she was stunned. The key was changed?

She always used to put the key on the left side of the carpet, but now, the key is on the right side of the low-carbon carpet.

Only Lu Jingshen likes to put the key on the right.

For a moment, ye Qingcheng's brain seemed to be blown by a cold wind and woke up a lot.

She hurriedly opened the door. There was a faint smell of fragrant plants and trees belonging to Lu Jingshen in the air, like the cool night wind in summer night.

Ye Qingcheng's heart is beating violently. Is Lu Jingshen back

"Miss... Your fare?"

When ye Qingcheng was ready to open the door, the driver's urging voice sounded outside.

Ye Qingcheng had to take some change from the cabinet in the living room and deliver it to the driver. Then he hurried back to the house.

If there is a familiar smell in the living room, ye Qingcheng pushes open the side door, but the doll room is still the same as before

When he was sad, suddenly Ye Qingcheng's heart stopped slightly. The photo frame originally placed on the ground was picked up and placed on the cabinet.

She clearly remembers that when she left in a hurry that day, the photo frame was accidentally touched on the ground by her.

There is a rectangular dust blank area on the ground.

Ye Qingcheng's breath stopped slightly. The photo frame was put on the cabinet. The glass broke a crack, but the dust on it was carefully wiped.

Lu Jingshen has come back!

It must be him!

Ye Qingcheng's heart is like a wave of joy pouring in for a moment, constantly surging in his chest, heartbeat and tension. Has it been so long... Lu Jingshen finally came back

"Depth of field...?"

Ye Qingcheng ran out of the living room. Intuitively, he was still here, but his almost leaping footsteps stopped at the entrance of the stairs.

"Wow -"

It's like pouring a basin of cold water from the beginning.

The dust on the stairs was neat and fine, without traces of footsteps or any signs of disorder.

Didn't Lu Jingshen go upstairs?

But why was the picture frame in the doll room picked up, and the key under the carpet at the door of the villa was changed?

For a moment, ye Qingcheng's brain began to feel dizzy pain again. She raised her feet upstairs. When her hand fell on the cold door handle, she still had a trace of expectation in her heart.

When she opened the door, it was probably because no one had been here for a long time. A layer of light dust flew up and choked her a few times.

The thin dust on the floor was neat without footprints.

A layer of dust also fell on the light pink sheets and pillowcases, without any trace of movement.

Line of sight one by one across the bedside table, balcony.

No sign of being moved.

Ye Qingcheng only felt the pain in her brain. She raised her hand and pressed her temple. Sitting on the big bed, she suddenly felt physically and mentally tired.

She endured the discomfort and lethargy of her body, took a bath at will, changed the sheets and nestled in her small bed. She only felt very uncomfortable.

Not just her body, but her heart.

Maybe just then, when she came up and saw Lu Jingshen absent, there was a sigh of relief in her heart that she hadn't noticed.