Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng didn't dare to sleep. He forced his eyes to keep himself awake.

She knows that the current state is more terrible than the original Oriental world brocade

Ye Qingcheng got out of bed and opened the suitcase prepared by Dongfang Shijin for her. She thought, if Dongfang Shijin really cleaned all her things

In the third box, there were several boxes of biscuits.

Ye Qingcheng took it out and smiled bitterly. This is the biscuit they bought in the supermarket last time. There are three small boxes in total, which can last two days

Do you really want to starve to death here?

Ye Qingcheng will not continue to eat the food provided by Lucifer.

The next day, the maid continued to bring a simple breakfast + milk. Due to the limited food supply here, the breakfast was just a simple fried egg and ham with a layer of salad dressing on it.

Knowing that there would be abortion drugs in it, ye Qingcheng refused to eat it and poured all the food and milk into the toilet——

The water is easy to say. There is a bathroom. There are hot and cold water in the bathtub in the bathroom. She can solve the problem of drinking water temporarily.

But no matter how much she saves, she can't last 10 days

Fortunately, she is free in this underground villa and can basically walk around freely, so ye Qingcheng walks around on the first and second floors, hoping to find a secret room that can lead to the outside, even if the hope is slim.

In the next few days, ye Qingcheng was like a withered flower without vitality. There was only one goal every day——

She will try her best to get out of here and end all this absurd and repressive.

Imagine how you would feel if you were imprisoned in an underground building so dark that even the lamps are candles, especially above here, it is still a cemetery

It rained heavily outside, and the streets of the city were washed almost all gray.

There are not many people on the street, especially today is Saturday. In this weather, except for a few commuters walking along the roadside with umbrellas, they can hardly see any extra vehicles.

In the storm, the black motorcade split the waterfall like rain curtain and drove forward rapidly.

Through the black explosion-proof film, the man with the most handsome face sat inside, and the cigarette lit in his hand almost burned his hand.

Cigarette butts were scattered around his feet.

"There is no trace of Miss ye on XX street. The bodyguard team 08 is patrolling..."