Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng's body slowly slid down against the wall, and his face was full of deep sadness. He squatted down along the wall, and ye Qingcheng's hands tightly protected his lower abdomen

She really wants to kill the child now and let him regret it all his life, but how can she do it!

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In the living room.

After Dongfang Shijin left, Lucifer sat on the sofa in the living room and seemed to be waiting. I heard that the maid said Ye Qingcheng was resting again, and Dongfang Shijin was in the study. Obviously, Dongfang Shijin didn't want to disturb Ye Qingcheng's rest.

Lucifer's coral thin lips were full of interest with a slight smile. Although there was a slight bruise on the corner of his lips, it did not affect his handsome.

It happened that he had nothing to do. He waited here together. The living room was quiet.

However, havila and Blanche were in a good mood and played cards all afternoon. They lost or won, which was more fun.

Finally, just before dinner, Blanche wanted to go back to her villa. When she got up and left, she looked up at the man sitting aside, like thinking about something.

With a radian on her lips, she walked to the sofa and leaned down slightly. It was a standard and elegant court ceremony. "Master Lu, I hope you can have a pleasant and interesting night."

Lucifer lifted his eyes lightly and inadvertently glanced over the white and blue snow, but surprised the white and blue snow's mind.

His dark brown pupil clearly has a cruel ice blade, but there is an alienated and indifferent smile on his face, "so are you, beautiful lady."

Bai Lanxue felt that her smiles were far fetched. She always felt too depressed beside Lucifer, so she had to leave first.

For a time, only havira and Lucifer were left in the whole living room.

The servant packed up the playing cards and timely brought some plates of exquisite cakes for havila.

"Miss Hao, this is a snack for you. I hope you like it."

"Put it."

The maid nodded back.

Lucifer was sitting on the sofa opposite her, her slender legs overlapping, and her natural evil cunning and dignity looked particularly oppressive.

"Miss Hao, it seems that I don't speak, and you're not going to talk to me?" Lucifer leaned forward slightly and took out the cigarette box from his pocket. Bishop standing next to him immediately took out the lighter box from his pocket.

The smell of cigarettes choked slightly. His slender fingers held the cigarette, which was extraordinarily elegant.

"Unless you bring what I want," havila's long hair is gathered on both sides of her shoulders, and she still wears a broken diamond thin hair hoop on her head, looking clear and arrogant, "otherwise, I don't think we have any need to talk."