Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Dongfang Shijin originally raised his hand to wipe the tears on the child's face, but he suddenly became ferocious. He released his hand and the child fell down into the boundless clouds

The cry gradually weakened

[ye Qingcheng, a woman like you is not worthy to give birth to my child...]

You don't deserve to have my child...]

[you don't deserve...]

Which sentence seems to be wound up by someone, like a magic sound, constantly circulating in Ye Qingcheng's ears

"Ah --"

Ye Qingcheng suddenly sat up. There was a thin cold sweat on her forehead. She looked up blankly and looked around. Such a familiar scene, this is her home

She dreamed of her children with Dongfang Shijin

Their children are calling her mother

Ye Qingcheng's eyes lost their focus. In her dream, Dongfang Shijin's face was a little blurred. She only remembered those eyes and forced her to choke her breath

Ye Qingcheng breathed slowly and tried to calm his mood. He raised his hand and took the glass next to him. It turned out to be warm water

Suddenly, ye Qingcheng took a sip and the cup loosened.

"Pa -"

It fell on the floor and warm water splashed on her hands.

How could it be warm water

Ye Qingcheng turned his head and saw a shadow sitting on the sofa in the corner in the darkness!

"You -" Ye Qingcheng's heart was tightly grasped. The curtains here were slightly open. The light outside was not bright. The figure of the man sat there like a wandering ghost

Did Lucifer find it?!

Suddenly, ye Qingcheng's pupils tightened

"Qingcheng, why don't you come to see me?"

The magnetic voice is as mellow as the clear water, and soaked with deep sadness. It is the voice she has missed for 5 days

It's Dongfang Shijin

Ye Qingcheng sat on the bed with a pair of eyes lost in a moment. She looked at Dongfang Shijin sitting on the sofa and slowly stood up. When she came over, his facial features became clear.

There were thick Stubbles on his chin, and there were obvious blood filaments in his eyes. Even under his eyes, there was a deep circle of cyan black.

Ye Qingcheng sat on the big bed, holding the sheets tightly with both hands.

"Why don't you come to see me?"

The steps of Dongfang Shijin are still moving forward, only tens of centimeters away from her breathing

His face was clearly reflected in her eyes. Dongfang Shijin's breathing was painful. He prepared surprises and thought of countless ways to make ye Qingcheng happy again, but when the news came, she was unwilling to see him

What can be more painful than this?

He pushed forward. In a pair of obsidian eyes, the pain of thick ink and heavy color finally broke all the control. The sea was overwhelming and so turbulent

Ye Qingcheng's body leaned back. The dark pupils of Dongfang Shijin seemed to be a huge vortex, adsorbing Ye Qingcheng's struggle!

"Qingcheng, I'm sorry,"

The big bed sank slightly, and the Oriental world brocade was like a hungry wolf, pressing step by step.

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