Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

That whip, with iron barbs!

Every time, it's deep into the skin!

Especially... Her arms and upper arms are still tightly bound by copper shackles!

She was frightened but could not hide!

Outside this door, havila stood by the wall and looked at the man who was raging like a crazy beast. The plaster on Bai Lanxue's hand had been broken

Blood marks all over her body!

Havila's hand touched the door, and her cherry pink lips aroused a faint smile.

White and blue snow, there is no threat.

"Miss," the old maid stood behind her.

"Have you heard from Lucifer?"

"I have contacted Lord bishop."

"Very good."

Havila walked outside with the corner of her long skirt. After taking a few steps, she paused and looked back. Through the crack in the door, white and blue snow was tied to the metal chair. The bright red carpet under the ground could not bear it, and blood came out from below

"Miss, now we...?"

The old servant stood next to her and naturally saw the scene inside

"Only the mouth of the dead is the strictest. I will never betray you or reveal your secrets..."

Havila smiled.

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Ye Qingcheng was not in good shape one night. From the morning, he just had some breakfast.

"Vomit -"

I don't know whether her body is too delicate or how. Since she left the villa, her pregnancy reaction has obviously intensified.

On the lunch table, ye Qingcheng ran to the toilet with his mouth covered again.

And the man on the table, his face is also some forbearance.

Ye Qingcheng vomited towards the toilet. He couldn't vomit anything. When he looked up, he saw the man standing at the door in the mirror.

Ye Qingcheng straightened up and washed his hands in front of the washing table.

The man is still standing at the door, blocking, and has no intention of making way.

Ye Qingcheng frowned and looked up.

"You need to see a doctor now," Lucifer said first, and the low voice was not so annoying.

"I think what I care more about now is when will you let me go?" Ye Qingcheng took out a towel to wipe his hands and cold eyes. "You have imprisoned me here for two days under the pretext of 'it's not safe outside'. If you really worry about it, I think the best way is for you to send me to a safe place."

"Very smart," Lucifer leaned in front of the door, "but you look very haggard today... I think the most important thing is to need a doctor to test your physical condition."

Ye Qingcheng was very impatient. "I don't need a doctor. If you 'need' a doctor to examine me... Then I hope to be as soon as possible. I don't have much patience."