Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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Black Maybach stopped under a tree in the villa area.

The dark light in the car floated slightly on the man's face, and the sparse leaves covered the broken dark light.

His slender, knuckled hand rested on the steering wheel.

Dongfang Shijin's eyes stared deeply at the villa not far away. There was no light. Only the slight wind blew the white curtains by the window and fluttered slightly.

His eyes seemed to stay on the window. Obviously, there was no one in it.

There was a broken light in the eyes of Dongfang Shijin, as if it were the stars of the vast universe. His heart was stuffy and suffocated by fog.

She's not here.

Where has she been?

Dongfang Shijin slightly tightened his hand holding the steering wheel. In his mind, he couldn't help but emerge the scene that ye Qingcheng went to find Lu Jingshen and their old love revived

His heart was in fierce pain, as if his heart was torn alive just because of this simple thought.

Dongfang Shijin coughed. His head was constantly knocked by a woodpecker. The night was getting dark. He looked at the time on the car. It was 23:02 at night

At 23:02, she didn't come back.

I think I went out for the night.

Did they live together so soon?

Dongfang Shijin's face was cold and terrible. His heart hurt like a knife. He pressed his chest hard and coughed.

"Young master?"

With the Bluetooth headset on, the sound of the horse came, "you haven't had an infusion today. The doctor is waiting for you."

"HMM." Dongfang Shijin gave a faint answer, raised his hand and started the car. He clearly told himself not to miss her... But he couldn't help coming to her place. He just wanted to feel her place.

But here, he waited for five hours, from dusk to darkness, to complete darkness

She didn't come back.

It seems that the expectation is slowly broken.

Dongfang Shijin restarted the car. He was a little upset. He comforted himself. It doesn't matter

Eight days left.

There are eight days left... When she comes back.

8 days

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When ye Qingcheng woke up, he was lying on a big bed. The white sheets, the decoration of Ou Jian, the wooden table and the champagne tablecloth hung down from the table and became a small flower.

She looked blankly. This is not a villa at all, nor any place she is familiar with. It should be... A hotel or something?