Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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"What do you have? Apart from the dead money? What else can you bring to the Lu family?"

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"To tell you the truth, I really want you to disappear quickly. Your money can go to your brother Ye Liancheng. Your brother knows more about his friendship with the Lu family."

"Can you help me contact my brother..." Ye Qingcheng knew that the Lu family and the woman could not help her at all.

She came up with the last straw.

She must find a way to leave.

"Ha, what do I have to do with you to help you?" Suqin sneered, as if he heard some funny joke. "Miss ye, wake up and don't dream!"

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"I tell you, you are a wayward master. You ran away and left a mess at the wedding. Your brother doesn't know you're hanging out with this wild man. What good do you think you have? What benefits can you bring? All you can bring is trouble!"

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"Trouble Jing, please don't disturb the Lu family's life in the future. Go away after dinner with your man."

With that, Su Qin walked by Ye Qingcheng coldly in high heels and hit Ye Qingcheng's shoulder heavily.

Ye Qingcheng's face was pale and his eyes were sour.

These words were like a knife, which was ruthlessly inserted into Ye Qingcheng's heart.

No one helped her.

Trouble essence.

[ye Qingcheng, you hate it. We won't go to your house this birthday. Don't your parents like you?]

She wasn't born to her parents

[ye Qingcheng is a troublemaker. We won't call her next birthday.]

[ye Qingcheng hates it]

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[Qingcheng is not a troublemaker. Qingcheng, you have me and I will always be by your side.]

[none of you are allowed to speak ill of the city. I won't allow it!]

From today on, those who speak ill of the city are enemies of me

From small to large, she was a troublemaker. Lu Jingshen was the only one holding her and treating her as a baby.

Ye Qingcheng held the washing table and tried to hold back the tears that were about to burst into tears.

Heart pain, as if someone opened her dusty scars layer by layer.

The dusty past has been uncovered one by one.

"Five minutes have come, Miss Ye. If you don't come out, we'll go in."

The stiff Chinese suddenly sounded, and ye Qingcheng breathed deeply, "PATA -" tears fell off guard.

Ye Qingcheng quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. At present, there is no way to escape.

Ye Qingcheng pushed open the door of the bathroom. There were four bodyguards outside the door.

Back the same way, the man was still sitting in his place. The sun hit his face through the glass. He was very handsome.

Just a side face can capture people's soul.

Lu Jingshen is a comfortable type. The traditional oriental face is handsome and calm, giving people a sense of peace of mind.

The Oriental world brocade is an amazing and sinking type. The face of the combination of China and the west of mixed blood is deep, wild and wanton. It is frightening and depressing, but it can't help being attracted and willing to bow down.

"It took so long to come out?" he raised his hand slightly and pulled Ye Qingcheng to sit on his leg. Her figure was slim and her eyes were red. It was obvious that she had cried.

And she was a strong woman who was not easy to cry, which surprised him a little.

"Crying?" the hot big hand gently brushed her face. Ye Qingcheng turned his face and didn't look at the man.