Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

I'm not angry with you... Come back to me

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Every message, he can imagine the expression on her face, disappointed, angry, looking forward to

This message, from her anger to worry to wishful thinking... Every change of her mood is extremely clear.

However, he didn't know. Lu Yunshen didn't tell him the real reason why Ye Qingcheng left.

Lu Jingshen's hand brushed the photo of the two of them together, and a smile slowly floated on his indifferent face.

After a while, Lu Jingshen took out a dark brown box from his pocket and opened it. A ring in it glowed dreamily in the warm orange light.

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Ye Qingcheng went upstairs and returned to his bedroom. He raised his hand and turned on the light on the wall. The light was simple and warm.

She changed her skirt and only wore a simple nightdress. Sitting in front of the dressing table, ye Qingcheng took off the wet dress and stuffed it into the trash can at the foot of the table.

She stared at the woman in the mirror, her face pale, her hair wet and hanging on her forehead.

Her heart was numb pain.

The body was wet and sticky, but ye Qingcheng just wanted to sleep. All things were left to be solved the next day.

Suddenly, ye Qingcheng seemed to remember something. He took the phone set aside next to him. Before throwing it to the next day, ye Qingcheng had thought of a solution.

She's getting out of here.

Yes, get out of here.

Ye Qingcheng took the phone and called out the airline's express phone. He pressed the dial button. There was a cold mechanical female voice——

"Sorry, your phone is in arrears..."

"Sorry, your phone is in arrears..."

"Sorry, your phone is in arrears..."

Ye Qingcheng threw the phone out, and some bottles of skin care products on the dresser flew out, crackling on the ground.

The feeling of suffocation and powerlessness in the heart is so clear.

Ye Qingcheng hugged his legs, curled up in the chair in front of the dressing table, and buried his face deep in his knees.

She's really uncomfortable... She's like a traveler walking alone in the barren forest. There are layers of fog. She can't even see whether there is a road ahead

She was black and blue with thorns.

Ye Qingcheng was shivering, her body was cold, her hair was sticky and uncomfortable, and her heart seemed to be gouged out by someone alive, bleeding.

Now... She really wants to go back more than a month ago, when Lu Jingshen was by her side.

But this kind of missing has become cheap, because she doesn't even have the qualification to Miss Lu Jingshen now.

He is such a pure man. She is the only one in his eyes, but she becomes dirty

Ye Qingcheng shed helpless tears, and the empty pain was piercing and lonely.

"Squeak --"

The sound of the door was slight, and the heavy rain outside continued. Ye Qingcheng didn't hear the sound of the door being opened at all.