Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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meanwhile.

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

"Young master...?"

The sound of servants came out of the bedroom. It was late at night, and the whole villa was still brightly lit.

The white door I tried was open, and the men's shirts were messy all the way. After entering, there were a lot of broken glass products on the ground.

A slender and strong figure sat on the balcony, and the whole bedroom became a simple European style without many things.

Only one corner of the balcony, cushions made of wool and all kinds of dolls.

Dongfang Shijin sits on a big cane rocking chair, holding a doll holding a bear that ye Qingcheng often leans behind him, and ye Qingcheng's diary

There are two empty wine bottles on the glass rattan table.

He seemed to be asleep, his head hung slightly, his face was extremely depressed, and his chin was green with stubble.

"Young master...?"

The maid approached carefully, wanted to help him to rest, and tried to call him carefully.

“……”

Senyou's pupils are like green animal eyes, which disappear in a moment, but his body is heavy and tired. Dongfang Shijin roars low, "want to die?"

"You have..."

"Get out!"

Dongfang Shijin's voice was hoarse. The maid was so frightened by him that she had to pack up and leave quickly.

The horse stood outside the door and watched the maid come out with her head down with a thick blanket, so she knew what was going on inside.

The horse sighed. Although Ye Qingcheng has only been away for less than 2 days

But don't forget that a few days ago, the Oriental world brocade continued its depressed attitude of living on wine.

Dongfang Shijin sat in the corner of the balcony Ye Qingcheng liked. When he woke up again, he kept looking at the screen of his mobile phone.

It's black——

The necklace originally given to Ye Qingcheng has the function of positioning. Although I can't see her, I at least know where she is

Now, there's nothing on it.

Obviously, there is a shielding instrument, and where there is a shielding instrument... Where else can there be except Lucifer?

People are really a strange creature. They let her go

Dongfang Shijin sat there alone with Ye Qingcheng's cuddling bear doll in his hand, like a statue, so that when Hao Weila came in, he didn't feel at all.

"Still feeling dejected for her?" havila sat down on the rattan chair opposite him, with a warm and warm wind. The handsome man opposite looked extremely tired, but he still held a pink hug bear in his hand, which seemed to have a very sense of disobedience.

“……”

"Brother, I think you understand her identity, right?" Hao Weila looked at the Oriental world brocade with gray eyes. Her voice was very light. It was clearly a question. When she asked, it seemed to be saying a plain fact.

Dongfang Shijin's eyes moved. When she looked at havila, the blood dripping pupil was abnormal and ferocious.