Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Help Mrs. Mary in!" bishop saw that the situation was bad and immediately ordered the bodyguard behind him to help Mrs. Mary who had fallen to the ground up!

Two young and strong bodyguards picked up Mrs. Mary, who was as thin as dead wood. When bishop went in, he suddenly looked at Ye Qingcheng standing in place.

Of course, ye Qingcheng didn't know. Therefore, looking at the sudden situation of this scene, she also had a very ignorant feeling in her head.

Lucifer, however, did not have much emotional fluctuation. He raised his steps forward. This should be a side hall of the back door, and the real living room should continue to move forward.

"Not ready to follow?" Lucifer took two steps forward, suddenly turned his head slightly and looked at Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng pursed his lips and took two steps forward. After hesitating for a few seconds, he still asked, "does she know me?"

"Maybe I know your mother." Lucifer put his hands in his pockets and walked leisurely and inadvertently.

But this sentence shocked Ye Qingcheng.

Her mother?

"Do you know my mother? Or... Mrs. Mary?" Ye Qingcheng only felt that there was something behind it... No, her mother, in her memory, was a gentle woman who didn't like to go out. She stayed at home all day, occasionally doing some manual work and occasionally repairing flowers and plants at home.

Although she only existed until ye Qingcheng was eight years old, all the memories she gave Ye Qingcheng were that she was a woman who didn't love to laugh. She was always wearing a plain skirt in light color, either weaving some trinkets or reading books quietly

At that time, ye Qingcheng was more sticky to his mother, and his mother just smiled faintly

Little Ye Qingcheng felt that his mother must have been a sleeping beauty in her last life

As if she had just come out of her memory, ye Qingcheng realized that her mother had never been far away. How could she know Mrs. Mary?

"It's just that when I was investigating your information, I found a photo by the way." there are pure wooden walls on both sides. The aisle is a little narrow. Only one person can pass through. He stands in front of a wooden door and slightly unscrews the handle. This is the living room.

Ye Qingcheng understood that the picture he was referring to was about her mother Bai Jingmo.

Then, ye Qingcheng's heart skipped slightly, "make it clear -- Mrs. Mary --"

"Maybe I said it casually?" Lucifer went to the wine rack on the side of the living room. The whole half of the wall was obliquely inserted wine bottles. He took down a bottle, took a tall glass from the side, and slowly poured a glass for himself.

"..." the voice of the gurgling liquor choked Ye Qingcheng's words.

If Lucifer just said it casually

"I have to say that 85% of your beauty comes from your mother."

Lucifer was dressed in a black handmade casual suit, his hands were ugly white, and he also had a sterling silver plate ring on his thumb.

He raised his glass slightly, clinked his glass to the air towards Ye Qingcheng's position, and then sat down in a group of dark coffee sofas next to him, with his slender legs overlapping at will.

Ye Qingcheng stood in place. Above his head, there was a huge oil painting. A middle-aged man with a long sword at his waist, slightly sideways and a cluster of eight character beard on his lips.