Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"An old friend." havila was simple and clear, but did not say who it was.

"Go and live at your old friend's house. You're not welcome here."

"I never take it seriously if I'm angry."

"Want to die?" Dongfang Shijin was very upset, even frenzied. He didn't allow anyone to defile the place where ye Qingcheng once smelled.

"I cherish my life very much," havila naturally knew that the angry Oriental brocade was extremely terrible, and she could not go to Lucifer.

For one thing, she just heard the rumor of the Lu family that the elder wanted Lucifer to marry havila, and Lucifer... Had what she wanted, so she didn't resist much, but the rumor didn't sit down after all.

As like as two peas in the office, she was taken off for a while, and the bodyguards in the corridor were all removed. Then, sitting at the window, she saw 10 identical sets of cards - the car drove in different directions.

Bishop, this old fox!

"I will go to other villas to rest."

"Roll -"

Another vase broke when havila closed the door.

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The whole body is aching and breaking, which is Ye Qingcheng's only feeling.

Especially in the neck, she only remembered that after she walked out of the manor, she was hit in the neck by the maid's backhand and fainted.

At the thought of the scene before fainting, ye Qingcheng's pupils contracted. Regardless of the scene in front of him, he immediately propped up his head and looked around at the surrounding environment.

The excellent brick wall is so dark that there is no light. Only the golden Candlestick lit around shows a quiet and unreal atmosphere.

There is a group of dark brown sofas in the corner and round tables in the same color. On the round table are several books, which look old.

She is now lying on a bed. The bed is not very big, but it is extremely retro, with carved bed columns and white lace sheets.

Especially the medieval oil paintings hanging on the wall, knights wearing swords, breeches + Lantern Sleeve Shirts.

Ye Qingcheng's heart suddenly had an extremely bad premonition.

She immediately got out of bed and opened the wooden door. There was a narrow corridor in front of the door. There was a servant or bodyguard every few meters.

There are complicated carved chandeliers on the ceiling, but there are burning candles on them.

The whole dark brown room is even darker and heavier.

For a moment, ye Qingcheng felt that he had crossed Europe in the 18th century.

“Excuse-me-……”

A maid in a black-and-white hoop skirt carrying a tray flashed past. The tray was held very high, with hanging gauze and various bottles and cans on it.

Ye Qingcheng frowned at the scene in front of him.

Suddenly, the front door opened, and a man in a dark blue housekeeper came out. His dark breeches and light golden curly hair looked particularly retro.

When ye Qingcheng saw the man, his heart seemed to stop!

It's the color wolf's attendant!