Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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The Oriental world brocade sat there deeply.

He knew what he was thinking at the moment——

1. The child is his, because all of Ye Qingcheng's diaries are about him and his children. There are only less than 20 diaries, which almost all describe Ye Qingcheng's feelings for the child and the ups and downs of his feelings

If ye Qingcheng doesn't have him in his heart, why are there so many things about him

Moreover, there was no record of anything related to Lucifer.

2. If the child is not his... He thought, his heart has even derived the idea that he only wants Ye Qingcheng

He only wants Ye Qingcheng!

If ye Qingcheng wants to hide things from Lucifer... He has had enough of this kind of suffering that is going to drive him crazy!

Just now, havila's words intentionally or unintentionally pointed to the development direction of... DNA identification.

Dongfang Shijin's hand tightly clutched a glass cup, and the wound of one hand was almost cracked.

When the horse was about to enter, Dongfang Shijin had raised his head and looked at him.

"Where's Blanche?"

"..." the horse was slightly stunned, and then took the shortcut, "rest in the side building... It is said that soon after Miss Ye left, she has awakened."

"Invite her over," said the cold face of Dongfang Shijin. "Tell her that there is a 'surprise' waiting for her."

"... yes."

The pupils of Dongfang Shijin are almost bloody. He has been looking at the things left by Ye Qingcheng for almost two days and 48 hours

After 48 hours, he tried to work day and night, but he didn't sit down yet. There was only Ye Qingcheng in front of him.

No matter what he does, he seems to be able to see ye Qingcheng around him

The only thing he can do is keep drinking... To paralyze his nerves.

He can't stand the crazy thoughts that almost devour him. It's like whipping his limbs and bones with a barbed whip!

Every time, it hit him hard in the heart, bringing up a blur of flesh and blood

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When the horse sent someone to "invite" Blanche, Blanche was leaning against the head of the bed and enjoying the cherries and other fruits handed to her lips by the servant.

She was wearing a loose black sling and her arms were in plaster and bandage. She looked very embarrassed, but because she looked leisurely at the moment, she was not so poor.

"Miss Blanche, the young master is waiting for you in the villa." when the horse went in, it was quiet, except for an old-fashioned speaker record player in the corner of the bedroom, playing soft music.

"Where's the little wildcat?" she asked knowingly.

He opened his red lips and ate a watermelon handed over by the servant.