Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"The young master is so kind to you. Look at your temper recently... You're hungry when you don't eat. I really don't understand why you can't beat your child honestly and be pregnant with the young master's seed..."

The maid is old and makes Ye Qingcheng very uncomfortable.

She tried to resist, but how could she be as strong as them.

Before coming out, ye Qingcheng sprayed a lot of fragrance on her body and smeared her whole body with a paste in a delicate small box. Ye Qingcheng only felt that her breath was a faint fragrance.

"Knock knock -"

When ye Qingcheng felt hopeless, the sound of knocking at the door was unusually abrupt.

"Come in -" the maid said, holding Ye Qingcheng's arm.

At this time, a maid was holding folded clothes in her hand. She looked about 40 years old. She was a little fat and spoke like a steward. "Have you finished your work? The young master asked me to come in and change clothes for Miss Ye."

"It's done," the two maids loosened Ye Qingcheng, stood next to her and bowed slightly.

"Get out."

The two old women bent slightly and went out sideways.

For a moment, only Ye Qingcheng and this fat woman in her 40s were left in the narrow bathroom.

"Change your clothes," the woman handed her a neat stack of white dresses.

Ye Qingcheng pursed her lips and was surrounded by a white bath towel. She bit her lips and refused to give up her last hope, "can you help me from here..."

"Think it's possible?" the woman proudly raised her eyebrows. "Between him and the young master of the East, decide which is better or worse."

"..." Ye Qingcheng knew in his heart that this was Lucifer's employer. How could he betray his master?

When ye Qingcheng turned around with his clothes in his arms, the fat maid stopped her. When ye Qingcheng turned around, she took out a box of things from the pocket of her skirt. "If you don't want to starve to death, pad your stomach first."

"..." Ye Qingcheng turned around and looked at the hand stretched out, suddenly stunned.

That hand is gentle and slender... Clearly like a man's hand?!

But ye Qingcheng soon felt that he was hallucinating because of his depression these days. How can there be redundant men here?

When I look at the maid in front of me, her height is obviously much higher. Most foreign women have large skeletons and will be much higher in height.

Therefore, it is understandable that the hands are longer.

"... no?"

Ye Qingcheng was stunned for a long time. He still took the biscuit. He hesitated. "Here..." there won't be abortion drugs in it?

"It's from the outside," she replied lightly, "private collection, safe and assured."

"..." Ye Qingcheng pursed his lips, took the packet of biscuits and pulled up the curtain in the bathtub.

This skirt is very simple, just a simple suspender skirt, but the design of this skirt is more exquisite. The front is V-neck and the back is hollowed out. The skirt only reaches the knee.

Especially in the chest, there are a lot of dark embroidery.

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