Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Right --"

"Go away!" the voice line of Dongfang Shijin suddenly raised, and his eyes almost spewed fire, which was threatening, "I don't want to see you disgusting woman anymore!"

Let her go

She's gone

He doesn't have to feel this heartache!

He will never suffer for her again!

"..." Ye Qingcheng looked up vaguely. She seemed to be a puppet stripped of her soul. She raised her hand numbly, opened the door and walked out.

"Bang -"

The sound of the door closing was clear and abrupt.

There was only himself left in the room, his heavy breathing, and the sound of blood dripping

Ye Qingcheng opened the door numbly. The horse behind her seemed to stop her, but she seemed to be deaf and couldn't hear anything

Ye Qingcheng walked all the way, the door of the villa was wide open, and the wind outside was blowing, raging and violent.

The fountain in front of the villa is still splashing with water. The jet of water is scattered by the violent wind in the past, but it is bitingly cold.

Ye Qingcheng just walked along a path numbly. The air around him was quiet. There was only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves

I don't know when many big raindrops fell from the sky. It looks like

This is a harbinger of heavy rain.

So, leave, it's over

She doesn't want to come back here, she doesn't want to come back here, let alone see the man

If she can still see Lu Jingshen, don't be with him

No one deserves her ghost appearance, not even one tenth of Lu's depth of field.

Because she not only lost her body, but also her heart was shaky!

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The dark room was in a mess, soaked carpets, broken wine bottles

There are collapsed bookshelves, broken glass bodies everywhere

Many books fell to the ground disorderly because the bookshelves collapsed, and were soaked in broken wine

The tall man was half lying on the sofa, the bandage on his hand was broken again, and blood flowed down his hand

The horse gently pushed open a door and asked a maid to clean up here.

The wild lion seems to have just vented his anger, and there is still a residual smell of blood in the room

He was tired

"Young master, do you need anything else to eat?" the horse asked, very careful, for fear of getting angry again, and finally calmed down.

[do you eat...]

Dongfang Shijin opened his tired eyes, and the slightly rolled black bangs were slightly swallowed wet by sweat and cluttered on his smooth forehead.

Her figure has disappeared.

When Dongfang Shijin sat up, the pain in his brain seemed as if many woodpeckers were pecking his brain together, suddenly in pain

His elbow accidentally touched the tray next to him. The original fish soup was knocked over by him. There were two small bowls covered with porcelain. Dongfang Shijin sat up and opened it with his hand.

A noodle in clear soup, you don't have to think about it. You can also know that there must be a poached egg under it.

The other one is opened. It's porridge with mushrooms and diced meat.

"Young master, do you want me to heat up the kitchen..."