Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Hey, little wildcat, so you're really here!"

Another voice came. When ye Qingcheng looked at it, Dongfang Shikai's long light golden hair curled slightly. His eyes were dark green, his retro shirt with white bubble sleeves and a pair of light coffee striped half pants were the style of suspenders. They looked a little polite, but they still had the evil spirit of cynicism.

"Why are you here?" Ye Qingcheng said faintly. "If you take me back... Back to him, I won't go back."

"Oh? Quarrel again," said Dongfang Shikai, leaning close to Kidd, who was holding a big black umbrella. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

“……”

"Let's go and take you to a place without him," Kidd ignored Dongfang Shikai's words. He raised his lips faintly, and his voice was not surprised.

"...." Ye Qingcheng did not move, and his hands slightly surrounded the tombstone.

"You want to stay here all the time?" Kidd continued. "In 30 minutes, there will be a heavy rain here. If you want to die here... No, it's just a rain. At most, you'll be ill for half a month."

"...." Ye Qingcheng moved slightly, and her eyes lifted up. The sky in the distance was gray, as if it had been deliberately dyed gray, so rich that people couldn't breathe.

The rain kept falling down, the grass outside the umbrella had been wet, and even some places with small pits were filled with rain.

It's really a heavy rain coming.

Ye Qingcheng slowly held the tombstone and stood up. There was a clear empty pain in his eyes.

Maybe it's because she's been kneeling for a long time. Her legs and thighs are in dull pain.

The pain was thin and dense, like countless ants gnawing at her nerves.

Ye Qingcheng walked forward slowly. Kidd paused before slowly following her with an umbrella.

Dongfang Shikai opened the door for her and wanted to say something, but when he saw the almost empty expression on Ye Qingcheng's face, he swallowed his words.

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Bentley seemed to split the car group, rushed down the overpass and drove rapidly along a winding road.

"Shua -"

The sky outside was gloomy and it rained heavily. When the car split the road, it splashed muddy rain in an instant!

"Boom -"

Thunder thundered and roared, and aftershocks rumbled.

The black motorcade was like a long dragon. It turned into an alley. On both sides of the alley were muddy rain. It gurgled down along the green gray brick wall like a column

The man with a black umbrella is walking.

On the muddy roadside, there are still many black cars parked, and the license plates are covered with red cloth, which can not hide their dignity.