Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The next day, ye Qingcheng woke up because of the numbness on his arm. When he opened his eyes, his head hit the man's firm jaw.

Ye Qingcheng moved slightly and relieved his sour arm, aiming at the handsome face of Dongfang Shijin sleeping.

Just two days, she was not used to the days when he was not around.

"Don't move." Dongfang Shijin was also awakened by her turning over. He frowned slightly and his voice was confused when he woke up in the morning.

Ye Qingcheng raised his head. He didn't even open his eyes.

"It's more than seven."

"Sleep with me for a while," the voice of Dongfang Shijin was still like a shallow whisper. He stretched out his hand and put Ye Qingcheng building into his arms again.

Ye Qingcheng struggled. Indeed, it's only seven o'clock in the morning

Ye Qingcheng was stuffy and leaned against his arms. It was like lying in bed with his other half early in the morning. It was a good thing.

As time passed, it was four hours later.

11:00.

No one asked Ye Qingcheng to get up. The first thing she opened her eyes was to lean next to her. She didn't know that there were neatly stacked quilts next to her.

Ye Qingcheng suddenly had no sleep. He propped up his upper body and his head was a little dizzy. He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. Through the mirror, ye Qingcheng saw that the bruise on his lips had subsided a lot.

And there are traces of Medicine on his arms and legs.

You can also know that Dongfang Shijin must have drugged her. I remember when they first met her, she was covered with wounds. He coated her with a special ointment and recovered in a few days.

While brushing his teeth, ye Qingcheng thought that he didn't remember to drink some honey water last night.

She was still figuring out what to do for him later to relieve his dizziness after a hangover.

After ye Qingcheng finished washing, he suddenly saw that two maids had come in. Next to them was a big suitcase, which was taking out Ye Qingcheng's clothes in the cabinet and stacking them.

"What's the matter?" Ye Qingcheng wondered and put all her clothes in the suitcase?

"...." the maids looked at Ye Qingcheng and thought they wanted to say something, but they couldn't speak.

Ye Qingcheng didn't know what had happened. She already had a very bad answer in her heart. She opened the door of her bedroom and only looked downstairs. At this time, there was no one in the living room. It was terrible to be quiet.

Ye Qingcheng walked to the door of the study, as if he had exhausted his strength and pushed open the door of the study.