Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Young master, do you want to continue now?"

Bishop finally asked.

"Well, continue." Lucifer faintly took back his sight, turned around and continued the sacrifice.

"By the way... Young master," bishop weighed again and again and decided to ask his own doubts, "you just..."

"Seriously," Lucifer knew what bishop wanted to ask. "Since I want to have an heir in eleven months, it will save some time to choose it together in China."

“……”

"Wait."

No one can change what Lucifer likes.

He is good at the bright and the dark.

He didn't know where the woman attracted him. Maybe it was because her appearance accounted for a large part, and maybe he liked her indifferent and cold eyes, which could arouse his interest.

He read countless women, but almost all of them were charming and catered to. Never had a woman dared to examine him with cold, indifferent and high eyes.

Despise him.

Maybe this kind of woman is more challenging.

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Ye Qingcheng was speechless all the way, but he bowed his head and followed behind Dongfang Shijin. He was in a mess in his heart and in his head.

"Er..."

Suddenly, the nose hit a hard back like a wall. Suddenly, the nose was sore and tears almost came down.

"What are you doing..."

Ye Qingcheng raised his hand and rubbed his nose. Before he finished speaking, he saw the Oriental world brocade passing by slightly.

A suit coat with his body temperature was put on her. I could feel that he was still angry, and the clothes almost covered her face.

Ye Qingcheng pulled down his clothes and opened his mouth. He still didn't say anything.

He just stood there.

"Hands."

His broad palm was in the air.

The voice was low, as if it was still full of darkness.

Ye Qingcheng covered her nose with one hand and restrained her feeling of sneezing. She pursed her lips slightly. There was a gentle warm current in her heart. She raised her hand and put her little hand in his palm.

His big palm was warm and thick, just wrapped around her delicate little hand.

For a moment, the nose was sour again.

There was slippery moss on the walkway. Due to the previous blasting, the underground drainage system was damaged. When we came to the entrance, the road was almost bumpy, with flying stones and large and small puddles everywhere.

Ye Qingcheng is wearing a pair of shoes with half high heels. It's very uncomfortable to walk.

"Come up."

The voice of Dongfang Shijin is still low, with his exclusive magnetism, and the bodyguards are behind them.

He bent down slightly, and his shiny leather shoes and straight trousers were splashed with a lot of marks by the soil.

Ye Qingcheng had some blurred vision. She pursed her lips and obediently climbed onto his back. Dongfang Shijin took advantage of the situation and carried her forward.

Ye Qingcheng fell on his broad and warm back, her breath was beside his ears, and there was a familiar male breath that made her heart slightly sour.

Separated by a thin shirt, ye Qingcheng can still feel his strong muscle lines.

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