Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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

It was a beautiful morning. The surrounding scenery was coated with a light light by the warm sunshine. Ye Qingcheng's head leaned against his arms, with long hair half covering his face, and the exposed chin was sharp and beautiful. Her lips were light and slightly delicate coral color, her bright eyes closed slightly, and a small fan-shaped shadow fell on her slender eyelashes.

The finger of Dongfang Shijin slightly crossed Ye Qingcheng's face on the screen. He raised his hand and drank tequila. The spicy taste seemed to remind him of the emptiness of his heart.

His heart suddenly panicked. He didn't know what he was panicking about, but there was no doubt that it was all related to Ye Qingcheng.

Where did she go?

Did she have an accident?

Dongfang Shijin leaned on the sofa with one hand supporting his forehead. His high fever had not yet subsided. There was a phantom of pain in front of him. He shook his mind slightly. Dongfang Shijin squeezed his temple hard and tried his best to endure this heart piercing pain.

He was afraid that if ye Qingcheng had an accident, or... She would secretly kill the child.

Dongfang Shijin's heart sank. If ye Qingcheng secretly killed the child

He doesn't know how else he can keep her?!

Dongfang Shijin is extremely insecure. He always feels that he will lose Ye Qingcheng at any time... Ye Qingcheng never said that to him personally, I love you

He really wants to catch Ye Qingcheng now and see if she has him in her heart?

Dongfang Shijin's hand tightly held the wine cup and couldn't help shaking the broken voice of Ye Qingcheng that day——

[yes, I have no feelings for you...]

I stay with you because of the child...]

It's because of the children

Ye Qingcheng has never said anything to him. She is obedient now. I'm afraid it's because she's used to him these days. Well, women are warming animals.

And now, if the child is gone

[Dongfang Shijin, listen clearly, I don't love you!]

I don't love you

[I don't love you...!]

The sound became broken and blurred

Dongfang Shijin strongly supported his temple. How on earth could he keep this woman completely?

Her thoughts are so erratic.

"Young master," when Dongfang Shijin was slightly stunned, the horse opened the door and came in with a dignified face. Dongfang Shijin raised his eyes and looked over.

"Young master, we just looked through the video of Miss Ye's villa and didn't see any suspicious place," Ma Zai put a pile of printed photos on the table and opened the first page, "However, when we found that four days ago, late at night... At more than 23:00 p.m. the day miss ye went back, we saw a suspicious silver Bugatti under a tree at the entrance of the villa."

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