Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Mrs. Mary's bedroom is not very big. There is a dim horse lamp burning in the position of the bedside table. The faint bright yellow light shines one by one on the round carpet on the ground, the cabinet in the corner, and the surrounding scene seems to be covered with a layer of light gray.

“Come-in……”

Mrs. Mary's lips moved slightly, her voice was dumb and broken. When she looked at Ye Qingcheng, she couldn't see through the emotion in her muddy eyes.

Ye Qingcheng pursed his lips and pushed the door in. There was a faint smell of sandalwood inside.

Perhaps Ye Qingcheng didn't want to disturb Mrs. Mary. She only stood by the bed.

Mrs. Mary's heavy breathing.

Ye Qingcheng couldn't waste time. He was silent for a few seconds and asked her tentatively in English, "do you know... My mother?"

"..." Mrs. Mary's pupils should be light color, but because of her age, it seems that the whites and pupils are almost the same color.

"She is... Well, she is a very beautiful woman. For so many years... I still remember her..." Mrs. Mary turned her head sideways. The originally high bun was loose, which made the old woman look like a dead tree branch.

"..." Ye Qingcheng's heart jumped. It was true, but

Her mother... What's the matter?

That ye Qingcheng never knew

In Ye Qingcheng's eyes, her mother is like a person in a fairy tale. Even ye Qingcheng was afraid. One day she woke up and her mother became a flower

Or become a fairy and leave them forever

In my impression, my mother never gets angry. She always sits alone in a corner of the balcony.

"Beauty is a curse..." Mrs. Mary coughed vigorously, her eyes deeply sunken and murmured vaguely, "always..."

“……”

"Can you tell me something... About her?"

Ye Qingcheng leaned over, took a cup of warm water from the bedside table and wanted to give it to Mrs. Mary, but Mrs. Mary waved her hand and refused.

"Beauty is a curse..."

Mrs. Mary lay in bed, her dry eyes sunken, as if they were dim.

"Tell me... Who is she?" Ye Qingcheng's heart fluttered. She urgently wanted to ask... About her mother.

As like as two peas as like as two peas as like as two peas, what beauty causes danger. Mrs. Marie's breath is a little bit rapid. It looks like she's in a memory. "You're the same...... the beauty of the red..."

“……”

"Cough, cough -"

Mrs. Mary coughed vigorously, like a skeleton about to break up

Ye Qingcheng is powerless.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a family doctor came to change Mrs. Mary's dressing. Ye Qingcheng saw that she closed her eyes and was not in good condition, so she had to withdraw

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meanwhile.

"Young master... Don't drink any more..."