Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Yes, the illegitimate son in the rumor broke into the master Dongfang's hunting ground a few years ago... He is the only child lost but recognized by the master Dongfang. It may be the master Dongfang's whim..."

"What's the power?"

"Maybe because he is an illegitimate child, he has only a fixed amount of pocket money every month. I heard that master Dongfang didn't plan him in terms of family inheritance..."

Lucifer frowned, apparently not interested in listening to these old stories, "find out where he is."

"Yes, master," bishop felt puzzled, but did not dare to ask the master anything. After all, Lucifer had his own reasons for everything he did.

Bishop made a salute and dodged out.

Lucifer's cigarette just burned out. He rubbed the butt out in the crystal ashtray on the bedside table.

The dark brown eyes were too dark to see through his thoughts.

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The next day, ye Qingcheng woke up because of the pain all over. Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, what he saw was the scene of flying by on both sides of the glass window.

Looking up again, there is a slightly tight jaw line of the man.

"This is... Where to?"

Looking down, she had been changed into a light purple skirt. She should have slept too well and didn't notice it at all.

"Wake up so soon?" Dongfang Shijin was looking at a document in his hand. When he heard the sound, he put down his things. Yingting's face was evil and noble.

Ye Qingcheng stood up and leaned on his shoulder.

Looking at the fleeting scenery outside, ye Qingcheng reacted that this is the way back to the villa.

"Want to move back?" Ye Qingcheng guessed, but she didn't have much objection whether to live in the villa or in her home. After all, there was him there.

"No," said Dongfang Shijin quietly, without continuing her doubts, "take a break and you'll be there soon."

Ye Qingcheng was still a little tired. He answered faintly and closed his eyes, but he didn't feel sleepy.

In this atmosphere, ye Qingcheng really didn't know what to say.

Ye Qingcheng pillowed on his shoulder, and his breath filled between the wings of his nose. Suddenly, her heart was sour. She thought... If only time had stayed here all the time.

The time seemed long, but fortunately the journey was not so boring. After more than ten minutes, the speed of the car slowed down.

Outside the window, there are tall, rich and dense shrubs on both sides, interspersed with some flowers of different colors in the middle.

A path that just holds two cars.

Obviously, he had entered the manor at this time, but ye Qingcheng had not seen this road. It may be a small road.

Small flower beds, wooden benches

The sun fell fine spots through the thick leaves.

When ye Qingcheng got off, there was a two-story villa in front of him. It was simple and elegant. It should be the side building of the manor.

Dongfang Shijin has got off the bus. The pure black handmade suit looks very tall and has an invisible oppression.