Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Bang -"

This time, the sound of shooting was true.

Ye Qingcheng stared blankly at the speed of the bullet rushing out. It was as fast as a phantom. A small figure next to him ran over, like a slow motion gradually slowing down. Ye Qingcheng couldn't see his face clearly, but could only see a blue shadow

Red

There is red pouring out all over the sky

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were dull. He looked at Shi Youran and threw Lu Jingshen to the ground. They were all red under them. I don't know whose blood it was

Her heart was completely pulled away at such a moment.

After the sound of the gun, the movements around seemed to press the rest button. Ye Qingcheng's body shook and almost fell

"Ye Qingcheng!"

Dongfang Shijin was quick in eyes and hands. When he rushed over, ye Qingcheng's body was soft

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Ye Qingcheng opened his eyes again, surrounded by boundless black, as deep as ink.

There was no light in the room, the sound of ticking clocks and watches, and the chirping of summer insects outside the window.

The carved flowers and carved angels on the wall are like a quiet heaven.

Turning to the bottom, the glass curtain wall of the balcony can also see the shadow of the Wutong wood and the palace street lamp.

She lay quietly. It was quiet and unreal. She raised her heavy eyelids and looked at the old clock in the corner of the wall. 11:30.

There was a quiet picture in my mind. Lu Jingshen rushed to embrace her, and Dongfang Shijin fired

There was chaos, but it was quiet suffocation by pressing the mute key.

Ye Qingcheng's chest fluctuated, like a dry fish, trying to grow up and breathe

When she got out of bed, a heart beat violently. She wanted to see Dongfang Shijin and ask him... How's Lu Jingshen?

If Lu Jingshen is really shot because of her, ye Qingcheng will never forgive himself all his life, and really... He will never get out of this shadow all his life.

There was a soft cashmere carpet under their feet, soft and itchy on it, and their lovers' slippers——

Dongfang Shijin doesn't like these things, but when buying baby items, ye Qingcheng specially selected home slippers, a pair of blue, a pair of pink, and two pairs of baby's little Kawaii slippers.

Her heart is in uncontrollable pain.

The stairs and corridors of the villa are always lit, and his footsteps can only be heard in the quiet surroundings.

In front of the study, only the horse is guarding.

"I want to go in... See him," Ye Qingcheng bit her lip. Her small face was very white. She opened her mouth and her voice was a little hoarse.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ye. The young master told you to go back and have a rest first."

Said the horse.