Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng turned his head again. His eyes became sharp and looked at the horse, "tell me, what does this mean?!"

"..." the horse was silent.

"Tell me! What does all this mean!" Ye Qingcheng's eyes are red and her voice increases unconsciously. Her eyes are sad and deep pain, like a small animal neighing and wailing

"It means..." Ma Zi looks at his young master. His face has been such a deep hole since this morning. He can't catch any expression... Presumably, this time, how did Dongfang Shijin hurt?

"What do you mean? Tell me --"

"It means... The child is not the master's," the horse hesitated again and again, but slowly opened his mouth and told ye Qingcheng the shocking news

Ye Qingcheng's expression stagnated for a moment.

"The child's free DNA identification results, the child's father is Lucifer."

“……”

Ye Qingcheng looked at the horse and couldn't help telling her that these were nonsense

How is that possible? How could it be Lucifer? She never touched Lucifer!

If you have to say physical contact, he touched her hand when he brought her the fire silver bracelet, so he was pregnant?!

Funny!

Ye Qingcheng's mind was momentarily pressed the pause button, as if the waves of the sea were constantly separated

It must be Blanche. Blanche made the fake. Blanche hated her so much, pushed her into the water, and even abortion drugs

Blanche must have done it!

But what's the point of saying this now?

Even if Blanche did it, he tried to buy the doctor to fake the DNA identification results

However, the only sure thing is... Does Dongfang Shijin still believe it?

Dongfang Shijin... Still don't believe her. Isn't this the only thing for sure?

Ye Qingcheng's lips wore a sneer. Between them, they were fragile and terrible!

"Pa -"

Ye Qingcheng went to Dongfang Shijin and smashed the nailed DNA identification result book on his face.

The pieces of paper fly down

The eyes of Dongfang Shijin were raised, and there was a piece of red blood

"Dongfang Shijin, remember," Ye Qingcheng's eyes are desperately sour. She tolerates very hard and doesn't let tears fall. "Between us, the end is complete!"

“……”

With that, ye Qingcheng turned around, and a drop of tears suddenly fell and hit the floor, breaking silently.

When she turned to go out, she never looked back.

Therefore, she must not have seen the Oriental world brocade sitting in front of the desk. Her eyes are red and there is tearing pain in them.

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