Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

She admitted that she was beginning to fall.

Ye Qingcheng's heart is an empty miss,

There was no clue to escape, and his head became dizzy.

Just as ye Qingcheng slowly closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, the man on the bed gently propped up and pressed a faucet shaped button beside the bed.

Light white smoke came out of the wall next to Ye Qingcheng

"Go to sleep, wake up... Everything will be a new beginning."

Lucifer's shallow voice is like a wandering snake, dangerous, depressed and cunning

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In the villa.

Until late at night, it was still brightly lit.

The golden light enveloped the villa, and the waves of the huge open-air swimming pool in front of the villa were pure gold.

The shadows cast by the scattered shrubs and green plants are uneven.

The tall man sat on the bar, in front of bottles of empty wine.

The dark blue shirt was slightly open, and the bare chest was strong and wild.

"Young master... There are no exit records of Lucifer in s city and the province," the horse boy looked down at his young master, and was very depressed. He whispered, "do you really want to go back to England immediately?"

"Pa -"

The wine glass fell heavily on the table. The dark eyes of Oriental Shijin paint are a deep and terrible hell, jumping with a strong sense of killing.

"Do you think?" the arc of his cruel lips is frightening, "waiting for ye Qingcheng to have children for him?"

"Yes..."

The horse dare not go out.

At the same time.

The side building opposite the main villa.

The dark grey curtains fell.

A woman with a good figure, the long silk nightgown is slightly open, the one-piece underwear with white suspenders and silk stockings, and the chest under the tight short court LACE VEST is round and beautiful.

Her light chestnut hair is elegantly draped on both sides of her shoulders, and her face is exquisite, fresh and refined under the dark light, without any powder.

The skin is porcelain white, just like a fallen, degenerate angel, and like a devil

Her light gray pupils looked at the opposite side. Across the faint gray curtain, the man sat there, drinking wine.

Wine bottles, empty one after another

Suddenly, he got up and waved all the wine bottles on the ground

"Miss Hao, do you need to apply a mask for you now?" an elderly servant stood behind her, respectfully asked.

Another servant half knelt on the carpet and untied her waistcoat chest - coat.

"Well," havila turned and tied the ribbon of her nightgown in one hand, "it's getting late."

"Yes, Miss Hao, you have to rest early today."