Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

At the other end of the phone, a cold male voice came, very magnetic and slightly hoarse, which made Ye Qingcheng's heart shake inexplicably.

"No one," Dongfang Shijin's face changed slightly, "do you allow a pornographic star to be a young grandmother?"

"The person who can bring me benefits is the most useful person," the voice over there was still a little mellow. "What's her name?"

“……”

When ye Qingcheng sat on his lap, he felt the coldness of the voice. It should be master Dongfang

There was a thin layer of sweat in the palm of Ye Qingcheng's hand. Obviously, the 'she' asked by master Dongfang was Ye Qingcheng

"What's none of your business?" Dongfang Shijin's tone was a little indifferent. "There's nothing important to tell me. It won't waste your precious time."

"She's right beside you." the tone there is no doubt, like a ferocious beast in the fog. He doesn't know his direction at all. It's dangerous and deadly!

Ye Qingcheng raised her head and saw the gloomy and condensed face of Dongfang Shijin. Naturally, she knew to keep quiet.

"Come back with vera in ten days," the voice over there was like the hissing core of a poisonous snake. "This is the deadline I'll give you."

Dongfang Shijin threw his mobile phone aside, and his face was a little gloomy.

Ye Qingcheng just wanted to say something to comfort her. Dongfang Shijin turned his head and looked at her, "go to England with me in 10 days."

"..." Ye Qingcheng was stunned. "I'll go with you in 10 days?"

"There's no need to worry about safety," Dongfang Shijin saw through what she wanted to ask. "I'll put you in my other hospital, and no one can hurt you."

"..." Ye Qingcheng felt uneasy. He always felt that... This decision was too abrupt.

But Dongfang Shijin seems to have decided. Ye Qingcheng is always a little nervous.

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In the dark room, the candle burned to the end, the man on the bed opened his eyes faintly, and the tip of his nose seemed to leave a touch of faint aroma

Lucifer propped himself up and the dark blue quilt slipped down, revealing his chest.

He stroked his forehead. There was some dizzy pain in his head. At the same time, it seemed that a beautiful and pure carcass was skipped in front of him, white and flawless, soft as brocade

Her long hair reached her waist and smiled when she turned back. Her light smile was like a goblin singing in the forest. Sitting on a tall tree, her transparent and slender skirt fell to the ground from the branch of the tree

Lucifer gently lifted his lips and raised his hand to press the bell next to him.

Bishop had been guarding the door, heard the sound of pushing the door in, bowed slightly, dressed in a dark blue housekeeper uniform, "young master."

"When?"