Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

There are flash lights below, and even obscene men standing under, with their heads up and cameras shooting at the bottom of her skirt.

"Go away -"

Her voice was broken and hoarse. She couldn't hear what she said

A silver shackle fell down her leg, a different kind of visual stimulation.

There was noise below. When ye Qingcheng shook slightly, the silver shackles shook along her legs.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were blurred. She looked at the round platform below. There was a man wearing a Zhongshan suit with the feeling of the Republic of China. He had a microphone in his hand

His words came. Ye Qingcheng couldn't hear them very clearly. He only heard

"How much?", "bid" and other words

Her whole body was stripped of the pain of consciousness, and she couldn't bear the numbness at all. She looked hard at the bottom, and the figure kept moving, whistling and obscene laughter

Is she going to be auctioned?

Was she finally caught back by Lu Yunshen?

Is she going to... Be sold here and completely become a plaything?

In front of her, she kept shaking a piece of fuzzy sea water, surging green waves, boundless fuzziness, and even her almost suffocating breath

Fuzzy green seaweed, reefs covered with green aquatic plants in the distance

The faint light

Ye Qingcheng felt dizzy and painful. She kept alternating in hot and cold. The door in the distance was pushed open. Ye Qingcheng looked up and saw someone coming over there. Even if the door was closed

The light of that moment blurred a figure standing there, slender and tall.

Ye Qingcheng pulled her lips slightly. She unexpectedly... Thought it would be the Oriental world brocade.

However, Dongfang Shijin doesn't want her anymore, and how can he know where this is

Heartache has no strength.

The group of people went up along the rotating stairs on one side. All the positions on the second floor were separate boxes. Through the railings, they could see the black iron carved escalators and the pure black velvet curtains pulled up on both sides.

Ye Qingcheng pulled her lips ironically, and her eyes began to overlap.

The group followed dozens of bodyguards in black and entered the private room on the second floor. When the door was closed, the footsteps of a slightly young man suddenly stopped.

"Why not save her!"

He roared almost low.

In the pupil of the eye is an angry and shocked injury.

"Don't forget, you want to start over... Everything is," it seems that the man in his 40s sat down on the nearby imperial concubine's couch with pure black fox skin. The attendant next to him immediately lit a cigar for him.

He took a deep breath and spit out dark gray smoke, "I can save her, I can even find and follow her all the way... So you don't have to doubt my ability, but think clearly, you will..."

"I will!" the man roared low, probably because his mood was suddenly violent and his eyes were somewhat vain, "save her immediately..."

The man sat on the sofa with a cigar in his mouth. A pair of rigorous and slightly narrowed and crossed a faint light. He held out his hand, and the attendant behind him immediately handed him a stack of checkbooks.

He wrote a string of neat English, and the attendant next to him immediately bowed out.