Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng, from today on, I want to take back the right I gave you and the right you wantonly hurt me.

The more deeply you love someone, the more you give her the right to hurt

When Dongfang Shijin drank up the three bottles of wine in front of him, his eyes began to become blurred and overlapping.

"Knock knock -"

There was a knock at the door, the heart of Dongfang Shijin contracted slightly, and the scene of Ye Qingcheng biting his lips appeared in front of him.

"Stop drinking..."

"Don't drink..."

Her voice line seemed to be on his ear. Dongfang Shijin's heart began to bleed again, blurred, and pressed his temple hard. He could vaguely remember the feeling that ye Qingcheng suddenly hugged him from behind him when he was drunk last time.

Soft and warm.

In front of Dongfang Shijin, there was a whirling darkness. He held his forehead hard and controlled his body from falling forward.

"Young master..." the horse was quick eyed and quick. Seeing the tall figure of Dongfang Shijin, he hurried to help him.

"Roll..." the figures in front overlapped and overlapped, not ye Qingcheng, but Ma Zai

The huge contrast of loss made his heart fall to the bottom rapidly.

"Young master, it's your phone..." the horse had no choice but not to help him, but he couldn't watch him fall and pulled his chair aside.

"Get out..."

"It's the master's." the horse hesitated for a few seconds and handed over his mobile phone.

The black pupil of Dongfang Shijin flashed slightly and pressed his temple hard, "put it down."

Ma Zai answered, put his cell phone in front of him, or turned and went out.

Dongfang Shijin's eyes were somewhat blurred. Darkness and silence were restored in the room. The mobile phone was shaking constantly. It seemed that Dongfang Shijin was silent for a while before he drew the answer.

“……”

There was a long silence, there was a faint sound of someone walking, followed by a vague voice of people talking, and the sound of the collision of the ignition box.

"Tell me the real reason why you went to China," suddenly, after a rustle of footsteps, there came a low voice, like carelessness or unintentional words.

"..." Dongfang Shijin has a heavy pain in his head because he has drunk too much.

"It's because of a woman," the other side seemed to notice that an empty bottle on the ground was broken at the foot of the Oriental world brocade, "and your drunkenness is for the same woman."

"So what's the purpose of this call?" Dongfang Shijin pressed his temple and lost his mobile phone not far from him. He explored his hand, took a bottle of tequila from the wine rack, violently opened the bottle and poured it into the wine glass.

Because of his drunkenness, his hands were unstable, and amber liquid splashed on the table.

"Tell me about my marriage with Blanche?" Dongfang Shijin was drunk, drank it up and poured it endlessly, "remind me what to pay attention to?"

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