Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Lu Jingshen's hand holding the porcelain bowl trembled slightly. He watched Ye Qingcheng finally leave with his own eyes. His heart was as painful as a knife

He doesn't know... How many * * * * nights will be separated between them when ye Qingcheng leaves.

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After ye Qingcheng went downstairs, the noise in the whole room seemed to be isolated from the world. She automatically pressed the silencing key. It was quiet. She couldn't hear anything

She stood on the escalator with her skirt and looked blankly at the people gathered in twos and threes downstairs.

Champagne gurgled on the champagne table.

One face after another, she seems to know, but she doesn't seem to know

She walked down the stairs mechanically, and the world turned black and white in an instant.

At this time, the closed door suddenly opened, and the men appeared against the warm orange light of the court lamp outside, black handmade suits, hidden blue shirts, straight and handsome.

His facial features seemed to be blurred by the light, and only a deep outline could be seen.

It is not difficult to feel the powerful aura emanating from him since he came in, charming and dangerous. Many women have cast admiring eyes on him.

He looked up coldly and saw the figure standing at the escalator on the second floor. For a moment, his steps were very sharp. He came to her step by step

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were empty and focused hard. Her man was handsome and strong. Her facial features were deep and straight in the west, and the faint smell of smoke slowly approached her breath

He was followed by four bodyguards.

"Why are you here? They say you are enjoying flowers in the garden." the black pupil of Dongfang Shijin grabbed her heartbeat tightly and took her hand, but the palm was cold? " The beautiful eyebrows of Dongfang Shijin frowned and frowned inside, "who let you wear this skirt?"

Ye Qingcheng didn't answer him. He mechanically walked the stairs. "Let's go. I want to have a rest... It's very noisy here."

Before stepping down a step, her wrist was suddenly pulled back by a force. Then, her hands covered her forehead and tested for her

"Catch a cold?" her forehead was cool, not a feeling of fever. Dongfang Shijin frowned, but looking at her... She cried.

"What's the matter? Who made you cry again?" Dongfang Shijin hugged her in his arms. Her body was very soft, and soft water and grass were pasted in his arms.

The heart of Dongfang Shijin is softer.

"Nothing... I'm tired and want to have a rest." Ye Qingcheng was pressed in his arms and his voice was stuffy.

His clean and slender fingers raised her chin. Sure enough, he saw her red eyes and a harder voice. "Who's making you cry?"

"I didn't," said Ye Qingcheng, who was afraid of being discovered by him. He missed his chin to the side, but couldn't open his pincers like fingers, "let go of me..."

Isn't he... Going to accompany his fiancee?