Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"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?"

“……”

"Tell me, why did you conflict with Lucifer?"

There seemed to be smoking a pipe, ignoring the questions of Dongfang Shijin.

Lucifer

In just a few minutes, Dongfang Shijin drank up half a bottle of tequila, and he was even more drunk, "so he came to warn me?"

"You can act recklessly in China, but pay attention to your bottom line." master Dongfang naturally knows that Dongfang Shijin is drunk now. "I want to tell you not to have any conflict with Lucifer, especially because of the most unworthy woman."

"What if?"

"If you want to see that woman's body put in front of you, or I cut her with my own blood... Dongfang Shijin, I don't care what kind of woman you like... You can like it, but if it hurts your interests and even conflicts with Lucifer... You should know that your strength is less than one tenth of mine!"

"..." Dongfang Shijin took the wine cup and smiled low. This warning

Oh!

It seems that master Dongfang knew that the conflict between him and Lucifer was because of a woman.

But what he doesn't know is because of which woman.

Maybe Lord Dongfang never cares who the women around him are and how many they are

But ye Qingcheng is different.

Never let master Dongfang know the existence of Ye Qingcheng.

He looked at the cell phone next to him. It was already a black screen. He ironically pulled the corners of his lips. It was clear that ye Qingcheng hurt him like that... But he still wanted to protect her first instinct.

Ye Qingcheng has integrated into his body, a part of his life.

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Ye Qingcheng returned to her bedroom, opened the quilt again and lay in the quilt, but now she clearly misses the embrace of Oriental world brocade.

Maybe people are like this. When they are vulnerable, they always miss the arms that can give her peace of mind.

Ye Qingcheng curled up. Next to her was the pillow of Dongfang Shijin, with his residual faint familiar breath.

Tonight's night was very long. The Oriental world brocade didn't appear. It seemed that she couldn't sleep

The horse said for an hour or two

After a long time, ye Qingcheng was sleepy, but he couldn't sleep.

The sky is almost pale with fish belly.

When ye Qingcheng's heart was almost cold, it seemed that the door was opened not far away, and ye Qingcheng's trapped God disappeared in a moment.

The bedroom door was opened.