Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng sat on the toilet and pulled down his pants. There was no sign of menstruation on it, but it was——

There was a fine gasp coming from the next room!

Ye Qingcheng was suddenly stunned and subconsciously glanced at the next compartment.

In the space of a few centimeters, she saw... A pair of women's high heels and men's shiny leather shoes!

Ye Qingcheng's ears turned red and cursed these shameless men and women in public

Ye Qingcheng also had no intention of going to the bathroom at all. He cleaned himself, picked up his bottom pants and sorted out his skirt.

Out of the toilet, ye Qingcheng stood in front of the mirror and washed his hands. Suddenly, a slight sound of "click" came behind him.

Then, ye Qingcheng saw that in the toilet compartment where she had just come out, a man came out.

His delicate face had a slight aftertaste, with an unrelenting feeling - desire, and his whole body was cold and noble.

Dark brown pupils fluctuate slightly.

Black ironed suit, gray blue shirt, striped tie

And the trouser chain that the slender hand is pulling.

Ye Qingcheng only felt that she had encountered a change of state.

The door of the compartment was wide open, and there was a woman sitting on the toilet. Due to the angle, ye Qingcheng only saw the white thighs.

Ye Qingcheng turned off the tap coldly and didn't like the man who did this in public in broad daylight.

But when ye Qingcheng looked up and passed him, ye Qingcheng clearly felt familiar.

When passing by and reaching the exit, ye Qingcheng suddenly remembered——

It's the car in the Bentley last time. - Zhenman!

Ye Qingcheng could not help frowning. He was really a kind of horse man!

The sunshine outside is extremely clear. White clouds float in the blue sky. There is often rain in S City in summer. There are many sunny days.

Holding the package of home clothes and ye Qingcheng's Xiaokun bag in her hand, she raised her hand slightly to block the slightly dazzling sunshine.

She was wearing a light gauze skirt in water red, which was very eye-catching and made her skin more white.

Especially her long hair, lazily hanging behind her, her facial features are bright and moving, which is very attractive.

Even, not far from her, several little girls were taking pictures with their mobile phones.

The black Bentley stopped in front of her.

Ye Qingcheng opened the door and stopped suddenly.

The man sitting in the car looked evil, and the slightly raised lip corners were extremely charming, inverting all sentient beings, with a touch of dignity that could not be looked at directly.

Especially the dark brown pupils did not hide their appreciation when they saw her.

Ye Qingcheng slammed the door, his face was a little cold, subconsciously like a nearby position.

It's that kind of horse man again.

Who knows, the car moved slowly with Ye Qingcheng's steps.

"Miss, our young master asks you to get on the bus."

Ye Qingcheng doesn't stop. This is the sidewalk and there is an intersection in front.

I don't know. The glass window of the co driver's seat of the car rolled down. A middle-aged foreign man in his 40s or 50s, with slightly light hair, was very eye-catching.

Ye Qingcheng glanced coldly, but walked forward abruptly.

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