Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

It's funny. Why did you just tell yourself to take back your heart? The cold heart has some small expectations because of the beam of lights that cut through the fog

"Miss ye, get in the car quickly. I'll take you back to your villa. You can walk outside alone. In case of any accident, the young master will worry..."

The horse boy hurriedly ordered the driver to stop the car in front of Ye Qingcheng and opened the door. It was raining heavily outside

"Don't worry about me," Ye Qingcheng said faintly. It's better if something happens... It's all over.

"Miss ye, your body is your own. Why make yourself uncomfortable?" Ye Qingcheng is really two extremes with Dongfang Shijin.

One was angry and wanted to tear down a three kilometer radius. The other didn't care at all.

Dongfang Shijin's anger seemed to hit soft cotton.

No wonder Dongfang Shijin will be more angry. Even if ye Qingcheng responds, she doesn't care about anything.

"I feel bad?" Ye Qingcheng repeated as if mechanically. "It's better to feel bad."

"Miss ye..." Ma Zai really didn't know what to say. He opened the door. He held a big black umbrella. "You're in the rain and want to feel sick. If you want to end your life alone... Do you think it's worth it?"

“……”

"Even if the young master let go of your life after waking up tomorrow, you will live for yourself in the future, rather than indulge in life and death easily. You should be responsible for your life. Think about ye Liancheng..."

Ye Liancheng

Ye Qingcheng's eyes moved, and his numb steps seemed to stop, "will he let me go?"

"..." the horse doesn't know how to answer, "maybe."

Ye Qingcheng suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a smile more ugly than crying.

Yes... How could she even want to give up her life just because of such a thing

She wants to live, she wants to live for herself... Life is her own. It's impossible for her to give up her life because of him.

She has family

Ye Qingcheng stooped into the car. The heating in the car was warm, but it didn't make her temperature rise all the time.

The car split the torrential rain and drove out of the manor.

Ye Qingcheng huddled in the back seat of the car. After some time, he began to get cold. The temperature in the car was about to be adjusted to the highest.

Her head hurts and tired

All the fatigue, sour and astringent came up at this moment.

Ye Qingcheng strongly supported his eyelids, which became heavier and heavier, and every minute became extraordinarily long.

Perhaps because of this rainstorm, the nightlife in s city is always very rich. Now the streets are empty, only the lights of street lamps, empty and lonely

The car stopped steadily in the villa area.

Ye Qingcheng tried to open her eyes. It seemed that the horse asked something, and ye Qingcheng couldn't hear it. The dizzy pain made her senses slow.

Ye Qingcheng took the big black umbrella in the horse's hand, slightly pulled the corners of his mouth, pushed open the door and got off.

The scattered railings caused by his intrusion last time have been repaired, and the broken glass doors have been replaced.

But that piece of wild rose has withered and dried up.

It's like a wound in the heart, suddenly, with a large vacancy.