Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

It's like he's still sitting here.

These days, she misses him so much

Heart pain seems to have the sharpest knife stirring in the heart. Ye Qingcheng holds his chest tightly

Lying in bed curled up, ye Qingcheng's brain was in pain and her whole body was in pain. She sobbed and shrank in that bed.

Tears soon soaked the pillow towel

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the second day.

After the baptism of pouring rain last night, today's weather is a little sunny, but looking ahead, the mountain area of s city is still a dark cloud.

The pink window screen was blown by the wind and a ray of sunshine came in. The big bed was messy. When you look carefully, you can see a small woman curled up in the quilt.

On the glass rattan table beside the table were cold meals, and the broken bottles and cans on the ground were in a mess.

In front of the not spacious villa, there were more than a dozen black Bentley cars parked. In order to facilitate the arrival of Oriental Shijin, the flower garden of the next door neighbor's house was temporarily demolished.

The atmosphere in Maybach's car was a little cold.

Dongfang Shijin is wearing a dark gray shirt. His eyebrows and eyes are as deep as a knife. Maybe it's because he came out in a hurry today and there are still some hidden Stubbles on his face.

"Ka -"

The cigarette was on his lips, and the lighter box lit up a faint blue light. For a moment, he took a deep breath, pushed open the door and got off.

The water mark on the ground caused by last night's rainstorm has not been dried up. The small villa with beige as the main body looks older, and the branches and leaves of the two big trees in front of the door are messy.

After Bentley, three or four moving company cars stopped slowly behind.

Dongfang Shijin took his cigar and took out the key from his pocket——

After changing the door last time, he naturally had one key, not to mention that he bought the house.

Dongfang Shijin opened the door. A faint strange smell in the living room made him frown. He raised his feet upstairs and pushed open the door of the bedroom.

The messy scene inside is that she collapsed last night. Dongfang Shijin's cold mind moved because of his attitude last night

She's suffering for him?

There are also some meals beside the table. It doesn't look like Ye Qingcheng can cook. It may be the fast food here.

Dongfang Shijin didn't care.

He went to the bedside and sat down, frowning and pulling open the cup wrapped in a small ball. The woman in it only tied a bath towel, which seemed to slip down at any time.

Dongfang Shijin pulled the quilt and covered Ye Qingcheng. At this time, he was still sleeping.

But he immediately took out his mobile phone and told the horse to make the noise of moving furniture less.

Pull the quilt down, revealing Ye Qingcheng's slightly red cheeks, dry red lips, messy long hair covering her face, and her eyes are slightly red and swollen.

Inexplicably, the heart of Dongfang Shijin suddenly softened for a moment.

He went to bed quietly, hugged Ye Qingcheng in his arms, adjusted a comfortable posture, hugged Ye Qingcheng's petite body, and always felt her skin warm——

The body temperature of Dongfang Shijin is already on the high side, so he can't feel the general fever.

But Dongfang Shijin still kept an eye on it. He took out the medicine box from her bedside table, took out the thermometer and put it in her mouth for testing.

Ye Qingcheng seems to be still asleep, and his face is slightly red.