Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

She stood up and slowly walked to the pile of abandoned bricks and tiles, behind which was the wall.

However, the color of the wall seems different.

Due to the overgrown weeds, Rao is the housekeeper. No matter how idle he is, he can't cut the weeds in the whole manor.

She noticed that the wall was built with brick red square bricks, and behind the weeds, a large white stone suddenly attracted Ye Qingcheng's attention.

She walked slowly, pretending to walk and have a look inadvertently.

In order to cover up, she bent slightly. Sure enough, a big stone blocked a hole!

Similar to... Dog hole.

Ye Qingcheng couldn't help but get excited and his breathing became urgent.

"Miss, two hours are coming."

The maid looked at what ye Qingcheng had just bent over and stared at. She looked at the small clock she was carrying with her. She couldn't help but remind her.

Ye Qingcheng answered and pretended to bend down to pick some wild flowers.

The plan... Seems to be beginning to become clear.

Along the way, due to Ye Qingcheng's great discovery, his heart suddenly relaxed a lot. On the way back, his mood was temporarily happy.

birds ' twitter and fragrance of flowers.

I have to say that this garden is really a good place to enjoy the scenery.

When ye Qingcheng and his party came to the end of the cobblestone road, the sound of cars came from a distance.

Ye Qingcheng looked up and saw a line of black cars coming.

There are three black Bentley escorts in the front and back, and a black Maybach in the middle.

"The young master is back."

Ye Qingcheng just walked out of the cobblestone road. From a distance, he saw the car parked on the ground in front of the fountain. Maybach's co driver's door opened and a black man came down. It was a horse.

He opened the back door of the car. At that time, the man in a black suit came out of the car slowly.

Slender and noble, just like God.

His face was slightly sideways, his nose was high, his thin lips were red, and his outline was deep and sharp.

A bodyguard came up and bowed his head as if reporting something. Then the man turned his head and looked in the direction of Ye Qingcheng.

With sharp eyes like an eagle, his face is beautiful and unreal in the sunset.

Ye Qingcheng bit his lip and was hot in his eyes.

Even so far away, his eyes still seemed to know everything about him.

Ye Qingcheng breathed deeply, holding the freshly picked wild flowers in his hand. There was a little sweat in his palm, and he didn't know what he was nervous about.

I really want to go back in time, so I don't have to see this damn man.

"Please hurry up, miss."

The horse seemed to see the obvious displeasure on the face of Dongfang Shijin and urged Ye Qingcheng not to be slow.

"How was your afternoon?"

When ye Qingcheng was still a step away from him, as soon as he fished his long arm, he was pulled into his arms.

Pure male smell.

"Let go," Ye Qingcheng struggled, "you wilted my flowers."

Dongfang Shijin lowered her head and saw a bunch of wild flowers in her hand, white, red, yellow and purple, with uneven colors.

He frowned slightly. He couldn't compare with a bunch of wild flowers?

"Where did you pick it?" he frowned, as if uncomfortable with the smell of the wild flowers.

"Everywhere." Ye Qingcheng said angrily.