Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

His pupils darkened.

"How long has she been here?" Ye Qingcheng was silent for a moment. "Do you need me... To move out?"

"You're the hostess here. Why did you move out?" agent Dongfang Shijin pulled her over, looked at her look of pretending indifference, and hugged her in his arms. "I really want to open your head and see what's in it."

Ye Qingcheng was held in his arms by him. His breath was more intense. Hearing his words, her heart finally calmed down slowly

"How long will I... Stay with you?"

Inexplicably, she asked the question she wanted to ask.

How long will it take? Until he gets married?

"All my life," Dongfang Shijin lowered his head and kissed her hair, "wait for me."

When I have the ability to protect you from anyone.

But ye Qingcheng didn't know what he meant by a lifetime. She smiled bitterly, all her life... To be a prisoner's pet all her life.

She comforted herself that tomorrow... Will be a new beginning.

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The next day.

Ye Qingcheng opened her eyes. It was past 12 noon. Her body was very tired and her side was already empty.

She propped up her body, her long hair was a little messy, and there was a strange silence around her. There was no noise a few days ago, only the song of summer insects.

After washing, ye Qingcheng was ready to go downstairs to look for food. At the moment, his stomach was growling.

Then, when she came down the stairs, she knew what was the reason for the silence.

Blanche was wearing a silk nightgown with dark brown hair on one side of his body.

Havila was also dressed in a pearl white nightgown. Her hair was only disorderly pulled into a bud head, and some of her broken hair fell.

"Flush."

"Wang fried -" Blanche threw the last two playing cards on the table. "Vera, I won again."

Blanche leaned lazily on the sofa. A silver cigarette box was scattered beside the sofa. She took out a cigarette from it and held it on her lips. The servant behind her immediately lit it for her.

She threw out a smoke ring lazily. When she looked up, she just saw Ye Qingcheng standing on the stairs. "Hey, we just wanted to go up and call you... You're up now."

Ye Qingcheng looked at the scene in front of him and felt a little disgusted. Unexpectedly, the two women were still here.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Lena is enjoying the flowers in the backyard now. She won't come back for a while and a half."

Havila also leaned against the sofa opposite Blanche, like an invitation, "why don't you play with us for a while?"

"Without your elegance," Ye Qingcheng glanced faintly. She went straight to the kitchen.