Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng has never seen such a woman

Did Mrs. Mary really meet her mother?

Ye Qingcheng thought it was strange. For example, ye Qingcheng never heard her mother mention her previous life, her family background and parents, or even her childhood

All ye Qingcheng's understanding of her mother only exists in her memories up to the age of eight.

She knows nothing about her mother's family background and everything about her mother.

So... Ye Qingcheng can know that there must be something wrong with her mother

And Mrs. Mary, obviously knows something.

Ye Qingcheng sat on the big bed with a little white face. She raised her hand. There was some thin sweat on her forehead. She must have been frightened by Mrs. Mary just now.

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath and lay back again. She didn't dare to blow out the candle.

Look at the clock in the corner. It's 3:06 a.m.

Ye Qingcheng wanted to continue to rest and push all her troubles until tomorrow, but she turned over and over, but she was sleepless.

There were scattered footsteps outside the door, walking back and forth, and even hearing the conversation of useful people.

Ye Qingcheng sat up and vaguely heard that a servant seemed to call a doctor again.

Ye Qingcheng stroked his forehead and got out of bed, always thinking... To ask Mrs. Mary whether she knew her mother or not?

That's what she thought and did.

Ye Qingcheng got out of bed, put on his slippers and opened the door. Candles were still burning on the wall. There were candlesticks on both sides every 1 meter, and a large chandelier on the ceiling every 5 meters.

For a moment, the whole second floor looked unusually bright.

Standing in the corridor, ye Qingcheng saw a maid in a black-and-white hoop skirt walking around the corner. Ye Qingcheng followed slowly. He only saw a room at the corner with a dim Candlestick burning inside.

There are two maids inside.

Ye Qingcheng walked over. Through the crack in the door, Mrs. Mary was lying on a heavy wood carving bed with thick white Simmons and quilt. It seemed that she was sleeping deeply, but her eyes were clearly shaking.

And still whispering something.

Ye Qingcheng opened the door and went in. Just after taking a step, a maid came out.

“You-can’t……”

Ye Qingcheng frowned.

"You can't... Can't... Come in... Mary is ill..." the maid realized and immediately explained in less fluent Chinese.

Ye Qingcheng didn't speak yet. The woman on the big bed in the house moved slightly, with white hair. Her muddy eyes looked at the door, "Jena..."

The maid named Jena turned around and saw Mrs. Mary nodding slightly, so she had to turn sideways and allow Ye Qingcheng to enter.

But before she went out, she looked back and told, "only five minutes..."

Then the maid turned aside and went out. Another maid in the room wiped Mrs. Mary's cheek and turned out.

For a moment, it was almost suffocating.

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