Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng, don't open your face. She's not the original Ye Qingcheng for a long time

If it had been put in the past, ye Qingcheng would have looked at him in surprise, pretended to be reserved and coy for a while, and would pretend to be cold and say, "if I don't marry you for 16 years, I'll go to hell."

But now?

Ye Qingcheng's hand is placed on her skirt, and there is a blue heart-shaped ring on her right hand.

It's the ring of Oriental world brocade.

Ye Qingcheng raised her hand and gently pushed back the ring box. Her voice was a little broken, like the Mottled sunshine shining through the window.

"Give her to Shi Youran," every word Ye Qingcheng said is a needle nailed in his heart, "after today's birthday, we will be friends..."

"I don't lack friends, I just want you!"

"Depth of field," when ye Qingcheng raised his head, a piece of sunshine shattered by the green trees outside fell on him. There were faint blood in his eyes, and the emotion surging in the brown amber, "it's over. Don't force it any more."

“……”

"Even if it is... I have feelings for you, it is once. The depth of field, life is moving forward. Don't stay where you are," Ye Qingcheng's eyes fell on the ring. "I'm already moving forward."

"I won't let you go..." Lu Jingshen almost roared. He could even see the protruding green veins in his hand on the table.

"Eat first," said Ye Qingcheng, a little bitter in his heart. Without waiting for his answer, he picked up chopsticks first.

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Dongfang Shijin sits in Maybach, with a handsome face shrouded in ten thousand years of cold ice, like a mobile large air conditioner, emitting wheezing air conditioning.

His dark black eyes have leaping flames, this damn woman!

Where the hell have you been?!

He didn't even answer the phone. He just sent him a few text messages in a hurry!

"Young master, the temperature outside is 35 degrees Celsius now."

The bodyguard nearby has seen through what the Oriental world brocade statue wants to ask, "at this temperature... Miss Ye is easy to suffer from heatstroke."

Good!

He hasn't heard from her yet!

Ye Qingcheng will go. I've searched all the places I often go!

There was no figure of that woman.

Pregnant with a child, so unscrupulous, right.

"Young master... Has just located Miss Ye's position," Ma Zai has been silent. He is holding a tablet computer with dense data and a traffic network. He can see a red dot looming on it. "Through Miss Ye's short message just now... We ordered the communication department to locate the mobile phone."