Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The black Rolls Royce stopped not far from him.

The lights kept flashing, the door was opened, and a white housekeeper in a black uniform opened the rear door with white gloves.

The man in the dark brown striped suit got out of the car, his trousers were straight and strong, his hair was all combed back, and his eyes were smart and slightly frowned.

Ming Ming looks more than 40 years old, but he can't see any traces of years. On the contrary, he has a charming and profound precipitation.

"He is here?" his pure English sound sounded old-fashioned and serious. He looked up and saw the collapsed villa in front of him, burning black. Just in front of him, a young man knelt there.

His white shirt had been dyed with blood and charred wood to a seemingly oppressive color, and his hair was messy.

"Go and ask." the man stood next to Rolls Royce and frowned at his housekeeper.

"OK," the housekeeper saluted, immediately stepped forward and stood next to the young man, "hello... I want to ask..."

Lu Jingshen knelt on the ground and slowly stood up. His steps were embarrassed and slow, and his blood was dripping with each step.

The man stood in front of the car, frowning and watching him go forward. Today's moon is particularly bright, reflecting the young man's face. His face is deep and handsome, and his eyes seem to be the brightest stars in the world.

"Stop."

His deep voice sounded.

Lu Jingshen didn't look at him and walked straight to this side of the road.

Seth yinglang's face stared at those eyes as if he had looked through the universe. There was no change in his expression, but his heart was surging.

Two attendants stepped forward and stopped Lu Jingshen's numb footsteps.

“……”

Lu Jingshen mechanically stopped and turned his head. His cold eyes seemed to have no feelings. He looked at the man standing by the car, his cold thin lips lifted slightly, "why, are you coming to kill me?"

He took him for granted as the person of the Oriental world brocade.

"I'll take you home," the man stood there, his dark chestnut hair dyed a deep charm by night, "Lu Jingshen."

"..." Lu Jingshen's footsteps were indeed fixed, and his eyes were vast, "who are you?!"

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Bentley car is speeding on the road, and the speed is almost the fastest

Ye Qingcheng's head is a little dizzy. The whole person has a feeling of nausea and even some confusion.

The horse saw Ye Qingcheng's appearance of wanting to vomit in the front mirror, which still made the driver slow down.

"Miss ye, do you need medicine for dizziness?" the horse asked. After all, ye Qingcheng is still pregnant.

He has been with Dongfang Shijin for so many years. He knows that Dongfang Shijin is angry now. One second ago, he wanted to make ye Qingcheng disappear quickly. The next second, ye Qingcheng really left. Instead, he began to look for people all over the world and wanted to overturn the world.