Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"And... I don't have a fa Sheng Guan relationship with Babara..."

He seemed to fall asleep, leaning against her shoulder, his voice whispered, and the slightly hard stubble pierced her skin.

He suddenly said such a sentence without thinking.

Ye Qingcheng's heart seems to have overturned the five flavor bottle... She told herself that if he and the woman... He didn't.

Somehow, ye Qingcheng kept that movement, and his body was a little stiff

Her heart seems to have lost a beat, becoming gradually silent and slowly complicated.

I don't know how long, because ye Qingcheng had taken anti headache drugs, or because she was really tired, her eyelids began to fight.

Downstairs came the roar of neat cars.

Ye Qingcheng raised his eyelids slightly and subconsciously looked at the clock next to him. It was already five thirty.

Ye Qingcheng pushed the hand clamped on her chest. It was very hot. She pushed it gently and her hand loosened.

The footsteps suddenly landed on the ground, a little vain. Ye Qingcheng endured his discomfort, wrapped his nightgown on the next chair, dragged his slippers and tied the strap of his nightgown downstairs.

Standing on the wooden stairs, she only saw that the photo frames originally hung on the walls of the stairs were broken or skewed, in a mess. The wooden glass door of her house had been violently smashed, and the glass on it shattered all the debris on the ground.

(due to the good public security in the villa area, the vehicles in and out need to be strictly registered. In addition, in line with the scenery here, most of the doors are wooden doors of western style villas, surrounded by glass, with a layer of pull-down shutters inside.)

Needless to say, it was his masterpiece last night.

Through the white shutters on the broken glass, a group of black bodyguards stood outside.

Ye Qingcheng's slippers trampled through the mess on the ground. He opened the handle of the gate. The horse was outside, and his face was extremely calm. "Miss ye, let's come and pick up the young master."

"Upstairs," Ye Qingcheng's long hair was a little messy, his pale little face was tired, paused, and added, "the door on the right... In my bedroom."

"..." Ma Zi was slightly stunned, understood what Dongfang Shijin had done, and then led the bodyguards behind him into the house, "yes."

Ye Qingcheng was extremely tired. After the bodyguards such as Ma Zai entered the house, ye Qingcheng looked out when he closed the door. Most of the flower beds surrounded by white railings in front of the door were occupied by a black sports car.

The front wheels and most of the body of the sports car are deeply trapped in the soil.

There was a spider web crack in the windshield.

Almost all the white railings are broken... Scattered in the soil.

The wind outside was a little cool, blowing on Ye Qingcheng. She couldn't help shivering.

There was a loud noise upstairs. Then, I saw four bodyguards set up tall and powerful men and walk down. The horse was next to remind the steps.

His stature is much stronger than that of ordinary men. In addition, his skeleton is too large. His original height of 1.88 meters looks more than 1.9 meters.

Two bodyguards held his arms, and the other two bodyguards supported him in front and back to prevent him from falling back and forth.

He was unconscious, his face was very red, and his fever seemed to be getting worse.

Ma Zi and others Qi Li put the Oriental world brocade in the car outside.