Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng sighed and went out of the door with a low voice, "where is he?"

"Miss ye, come with me!"

As soon as he heard that ye Qingcheng finally agreed, the horse was immediately happy and took Ye Qingcheng to the study.

When the door of the study was opened, ye Qingcheng only smelled the overwhelming strong smell of wine, choking people with a slight intoxication.

The wreckage of wine bottles on the ground, the ground of the desk, and the falling empty wine bottles are countless.

All the documents on the table were scattered on the ground, soaked by the spirits in the broken wine bottle and scattered all over the ground.

Ye Qingcheng has a worried feeling.

Originally, there was a self-contained bedroom behind the study. Through the slightly open door, you can see the collocation of black and white wind inside, which is very concise and sharp.

When ye Qingcheng went in with the horse, the doctor was standing outside the door.

"Sir, the young master still refused us to go in..." the doctor was miserable. The maid next to him stood with her head down, and her side face was scratched by some glass fragments.

The horse nodded slightly, "you wait here first."

After that, he gently opened the door and entered with Ye Qingcheng.

The man was naked with a strong chest, half sitting on the big bed, and there were some light injured scars on his chest.

He was sitting there now, his slender fingertips were burning cigarettes, and he vomited a beautiful smoke ring.

"Who the fuck gave you the courage?!"

“……”

"Wow -"

“……”

The glass cup broke at their feet, and the pieces splashed across the horse's sleeves, and then splashed on the side wall.

Ye Qingcheng saw that a large piece of glass had broken on the ground.

Faint blood can be seen on some transparent glass fragments

Presumably, many employers were beaten out by him violently?

The pupils of Dongfang Shijin are red as hell with thick blood. His pupils have a clear sense of killing and bloodthirsty, as if they were demons from hell!

However, when his eyes touched the woman behind the horse, his fierce eyes clearly eased and shook his mind for a few minutes.

"Miss ye, I'll give it to you."

The horse turned his head and whispered to Ye Qingcheng. Without waiting for ye Qingcheng's answer, he withdrew himself.

After the horse went out, the air here was obviously tight for a few minutes.

The eyes of Dongfang Shijin were cold again, and a pair of deep and icy black pupils were like cold and sharp knives.

Mercilessly inserted into her heart, and then instantly formed ice. It was cold

Ye Qingcheng endured the bitterness in her heart and couldn't stand the pressure. She strode forward, grabbed the cigarette in the hand of Dongfang Shijin, threw it on the ground, and then crushed it with her feet, as if she was angry

After rolling for more than 1 minute, ye Qingcheng stopped.

"Enough nerve?" the Oriental world brocade is like ice in the cold desert. When you look at her, it is cold, but after that, there is some unspeakable heartache

She's standing here... Right in front of him! But he can't hold him

"I should ask you this," Ye Qingcheng stopped and looked at him coldly. "Is there any other way to vent except drinking and smashing things?"