Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

At the thought of Lucifer holding her fingers, his heart and soul hurt!

More is a kind of anger that has no place to vent!

"..." Ye Qingcheng looked at his angry face and spoke with a half ring, "I said, I didn't buy it for him... It was for you..."

"That's enough! There are too many lies!"

Dongfang Shijin gave her a cold look. The horse finished swiping the card and is waiting for the shopping guide to wrap up the dozen clothes.

Fortunately, there are many styles in this store. There are more than ten sets of each style and size, not many, and the package is not very complicated.

The horse looked at the angry and murderous Dongfang Shijin strangely. He had been with him for so many years and suddenly couldn't understand the young master's idea

Obviously, I care about ye Qingcheng, but I have to look like how much I hate and hate.

He has always only worn private hand-made clothes. He would have bought so many popular brand home clothes

The reason turned out to be unwarranted jealousy.

The car roared all the way, and ye Qingcheng's senses were numb. The car stopped violently. When braking, she almost hit the seat.

The scenery of the manor is still beautiful, and the dark blue sky is inlaid with fine broken diamonds.

Tall and well proportioned, Wutong trees, tall and low shrubs, and wild roses with strong and deep reflections at night.

The villa is bright through fire, like a crystal clear fairy tale castle.

The retro palace lights reflect the fountain in front of the villa, the shape of angel pouring pot, and the water is splashing and sparkling.

Almost the second after the sports car stopped, ye Qingcheng was pulled out by him again, and the fierce pain on his wrist was numb.

When the maids in the hall saw their young master coming back, they bowed and saluted one after another, but it was too late for them to respond. Dongfang Shijin dragged Ye Qingcheng directly to the second floor.

Ye Qingcheng was severely thrown on the big bed by him. The softness of the big bed made her slightly dizzy, and the room was dark.

Ye Qingcheng subconsciously sat up with his heart pounding.

"Ka -"

The light of the fire box reflected his side face, and his lines illuminated by the bright light were more profound.

Ye Qingcheng sat half on the big bed, holding the sheet subconsciously with his fingers, and didn't dare to guess what he would do next.

In just a minute or so, there was a tap sound in the corridor. Then, the horse knocked on the door and subconsciously turned on the light on the wall.

"Young master, people have been brought here," the horse nodded slightly, turned sideways, and behind him stood a master similar to... Electric welding?

"Open the bracelet on her hand!"

Dongfang Shijin said coldly, perhaps because of anger, he was slightly choked by the cigar.

The welder bowed his head and was obviously "invited" by him by abnormal means. He didn't dare to say anything more and opened the toolbox.

Ye Qingcheng sat on the bed with a nervous face and watched the welder open the toolbox. There were all kinds of tools in it. She was shocked.

Especially after the mini chainsaw was powered on, the buzzing sound made her heart nervous!

"Don't worry, Miss ye, it won't hurt you."

Ma Zai saw Ye Qingcheng's frightened eyes, "he is a worker in charge of jewelry cutting in the early stage. He is familiar with jewelry cutting and will not hurt you."