Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng was stunned. Unexpectedly, what he said

"Qingcheng, you know what you mean to me," his voice continued. "I can't accept any loss of you, even if you leave me for a long time... I find that I've been too indulgent to you all the time. Now... I'll tie you to me... I won't allow you to leave me."

"So you mean, you're going to start taking it too?" Ye Qingcheng asked.

"When I found that indulgence can't keep you..." Lu Jingshen turned his head and looked at her. "I'll choose the latter."

“……”

"I don't want to lose you, even for a second, but sometimes feelings... Qing Cheng, you always know too late, your response to feelings is much slower... So I can only hold you tightly and force you to understand."

Ye Qingcheng shook her head slightly. She understood that once Lu Jingshen became strong

For many years, she saw the gentle and spoiled Lu Jingshen

Ye Qingcheng almost forgot what he would look like if he became domineering.

The only clear thing is that whether he is domineering or obedient... She can't change the decisions he makes.

"Do you love him?" he asked.

"..." Ye Qingcheng's hand unconsciously caresses her belly. She really has feelings for Dongfang Shijin, but if she holds this budding feeling compared with the feelings of the past 16 years, of course, there is no way to compare it. Ye Qingcheng looks down, "HMM."

She has feelings for him, especially... Ye Qingcheng has children.

The feeling of Dongfang Shijin towards her is clear.

No matter in various aspects... Ye Qingcheng will feel secure around Dongfang Shijin, and even get used to being around him.

Lu Jingshen's hand paused. Unexpectedly, ye Qingcheng's answer was so. Suddenly, there was a faint silence in the car.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll know when I take you."

Ye Qingcheng opened his mouth and wanted to ask if he could come back today

The mobile phone in the bag suddenly vibrates, which is very abrupt in this quiet and suffocating carriage.

Ye Qingcheng's hand suddenly stiffened and suddenly remembered who called

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Just 15 minutes ago.

The black Bentley car stopped by the luxurious private apron. The bodyguard wearing white gloves took the lead in opening the door. Havila got off the car, with pointed champagne pointed high heels, light blue shoulder groups, seven point palace horn sleeves, and fine goose yellow embroidery on them.

The long dark brown hair was pulled high into a bun, with pearl hair ornaments inserted in the bun, outlining the line from her neck to her chest, which is more beautiful.