Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"You are a devil. You don't deserve my feelings at all... Do you think I will fall in love with you? I'd rather be broken to pieces than have any feelings for you..."

The originally gentle wind suddenly became stronger, and Ctrip broke her voice.

Her long skirt fluttered, and even when he couldn't see clearly, she suddenly fell down from the cliff

The wind around him was so strong that he couldn't open his eyes, and his heart seemed to be stabbed with a knife!

“……”

The scarlet eyes opened, and the soul of Dongfang Shijin seemed to be deprived. His body was covered with dense sweat and dry pain.

The pupils of wild animals are fierce, but they have no focus.

The sheets on the big bed were in a mess, the bed curtain was pulled disorderly, and the angel embossed on the wall seemed to be incarnated into an evil devil

A sudden pain hit him. He raised his big palm and rubbed his forehead. The pain was confused.

The scene in front of me seems to be shaking and overlapping

It was empty around. His strength was evacuated. He leaned back with hoarse pain, "Ye Qingcheng."

“……”

"Ye Qingcheng!" the voice rose slightly, with a touch of pain, and the hoarse voice was unbearable

No one responded to him.

He opened his eyes again. In his eyes was his deep fatigue.

The room was empty, and his heart seemed to become an empty castle. Even the sound of breathing was shaking back and forth.

He propped up his body and rubbed his temples to wake himself up.

The dark room was empty.

His heart suddenly tingled, opened the quilt, turned over and got out of bed. His feet were like a mass of cotton, "Qing Cheng..."

"Wow -"

He suddenly opened the bedroom door, and the sudden light from the outside hurt his eyes.

He stumbled and would fall at any time.

"Young master --!"

"Young master --!"

A maid who was cleaning in the corridor was startled by the man who suddenly broke out, then threw her broom and was stunned.

"..." the tall body of Dongfang Shijin shook slightly, as if there was a woman not far away.

The servant looked at the steps of Dongfang Shijin in horror and suddenly turned to himself. His scarlet eyes looked like hell, but jumped a little blurred.

Her jaw was grabbed fiercely, and her frightened face was reflected in his red flame.

"Qingcheng..."

His hoarse voice tingled slightly. In front of him was a woman, three, two, constantly overlapping.

"Roll -" the sight suddenly focused for a moment. It was a strange frightened face. The heart of Dongfang Shijin that had suddenly calmed down seemed to be suddenly disturbed. The thin softness was evacuated for a moment and pushed away the servant, "you're not ye Qingcheng... Roll!"

"Ah..."

The servant was caught off guard. He had great strength. The maid rolled straight down the stairs and fell on the carpet on the first floor, making a dull crash.

"..." the horse coming out of the kitchen with the fried medicine heard a loud noise and immediately put down the medicine bowl in his hand.

The scene in front of Dongfang Shijin is blurred and clear from time to time. This is a manor without Ye Qingcheng. There is everything except her

His feet were unsteady and he broke a piece of glass behind him.