Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng doesn't have a good impression of Lucifer, but just now, only Lucifer saved her and helped her out

Ye Qingcheng's impression of him has changed more or less.

"I'll do it myself." Ye Qingcheng subconsciously wanted to take the gauze in his hand.

"Can you see the scars on your face?" Lucifer's hand pulled back. His eyes were like clear amber, deeply reflecting Ye Qingcheng's face. "It's still beautiful to be beaten like this."

"..." is that a compliment.

Ye Qingcheng paused and said, "thank you just now..."

"There's nothing to thank you for. You're my woman now... Don't forget, we still haven't settled the account last time," Lucifer poured out alcohol, and a pair of hooked peach blossom eyes seemed to be soaked with tender spots.

"I'm not... The child is not yours!" Ye Qingcheng retorted immediately.

"Why be so vigilant?" Lucifer raised his lips and smiled. "It will be one day."

The best way is to stop talking.

Ye Qingcheng has no way to communicate with people like them.

She had to let Lucifer disinfect her. A maid held the mirror. Ye Qingcheng subconsciously glanced at it and saw that there was a small bruised bulge on her lips.

The whole face was horribly pale.

Her clavicle also had many marks scratched by her nails, and even there were bruises on her outer arm and calf.

Lucifer drugged and disinfected her one by one.

Just at this time, the sound of heavy kicking came from upstairs.

Dongfang Shijin has been standing on the stairs, watching Lucifer disinfect her and talking to Ye Qingcheng. Ye Qingcheng slightly raised his chin from beginning to end and let Lucifer clean up for her

The feeling of thousands of arrows piercing the heart is mostly like this, and the overturned vinegar jar

His hands tightly clutching the wooden carved wooden fence, a pair of eyes with thick blood, like the magma from hell

"Bang -"

Ye Qingcheng raised his head in surprise and saw Dongfang Shijin come down from upstairs and kick over a group of sofas in the living room!

Then, Dongfang Shijin sat down opposite them. A bodyguard went out and dragged in the dying white and blue snow——

"Aubrey..." Bai Lanxue's arm was obviously broken. It was covered with shocking blood. It was dragged in gently by two bodyguards and dropped at his feet.

Blood drips all the way

Especially the almost transparent black open sleeves she was wearing, which were soaked with blood, looked particularly heavy.

The two arms under the cardigan were completely broken.

But she hasn't lost consciousness yet. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Bai Lanxue thought that Dongfang Shijin was concerned about her. She suddenly felt that she was beaten. It was worth it

Then, the white blue snow eyelids lying on the ground unable to get up had a heavy smile

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