Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"There are reports in the news that Mr. Lu Jingshen is gone... Therefore, Miss Ye has no possibility to be with Mr. Lu."

"There is no news of Miss ye in all the water, land and air ticketing systems in S City in the last 72 hours."

When Dongfang Shijin waited outside her villa for 3 days, he never saw Ye Qingcheng. At that time, Dongfang Shijin finally realized that something was wrong.

"Lu Jia?"

Dongfang Shijin sat in a group of dark gray sofas. A handsome face was condensed by deep cold ice. There was a gradually low temperature ice warehouse in his black pupil.

"Master Lucifer has returned to the road house in England since a few days ago," replied the horse. "Moreover, master Lucifer has been busy making drugs and trading with Alphen in recent days... There is no spare time at all."

Ma Zai said and handed over a printed report——

8:30 a.m. family breakfast.

10:30 noon: negotiate with the French drug - Product family on drug manufacturing transactions.

2:30 PM: hunting and shooting.

There was a thick page of paper on which Lucifer's recent itinerary was written. It seemed that there was no leisure at all.

The eyes of Dongfang Shijin were as cold as beasts. He glanced at the report and didn't seem to stay too much.

"So what you want to tell me?" his voice became colder and colder. It was chilly and cold.

"So... We suggest..." the horse hesitated. "Now look for Miss Ye immediately."

"Five minutes, I want to see the results!"

The green veins on the forehead of the Oriental world brocade protruded, and a beast like tear light burst out in the pupils of one eye.

Everyone present was frightened by his killing eyes, and the horse and several bodyguards immediately turned out.

The face of Dongfang Shijin was plated with light by warm light, but it could not eliminate his cold and terrible aura.

At the moment, his heart seemed to be kneaded back and forth by a pair of soft boneless hands, and his strength gradually increased, as if the surrounding air was gradually peeling off

Dongfang Shijin was suddenly agitated. He raised his hand, took the liquor next to him and poured it into the glass. Maybe it was because his action was very impatient and a lot of liquor splashed out.

Liquor in the throat does not sober people.

Dongfang Shijin loosened his collar, and a light flashed through his eyes on the shelf next to him——

It is a small glass bottle filled with sand. The shells of the two ancient shell beams lie quietly inside. The shells polished by time reflect the bright light of rumors.

Detective Dongfang Shijin took the mobile phone placed next to him and lit the screen.

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