Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

In front of the three groups of neatly arranged black sofas was a shiny black carved wooden table. As they sat down, a woman in a high fork Tibetan blue embroidered cheongsam came in and poured them fresh oolong tea.

The clear tea is put in a small carved green tea cup with a piece of green tea floating on it.

"I don't know what's the matter with this gentleman coming to us..."

The man who led them in came straight to the point. The man next to him played with the emerald wrench on his thumb.

"To tell you the truth, we'd like to see the girls who have recently arrived at your auction," Ma Zai said gently. On the one hand, it's also considered. It's better to be vague. If you directly say that Miss Ye has disappeared... I'm afraid they won't tell the truth when they look at the momentum of Dongfang Shijin. After all, no one is willing to take such a risk.

Second, if it's not this one... They can continue to find the next one.

The paths here are as secret as those laid by rats. There are crisscross alleys, long and narrow. Especially the walls are the same old and dark. When you look at the past, you can't see to the end. People outside can't tell where is where.

If they first show that they are looking for someone, I'm afraid the news will spread all over the alley before they get out of here. At that time, it will be even more difficult to find Ye Qingcheng.

"Oh, so it is," said the man with a sudden realization. He immediately snapped his fingers. A little student came in and they whispered.

Just for a moment, Xiao Sheng came in with a book that was not too thick. It had a thick dark black cover with gold inlaid characters on it——

[flower book]

Broken gold has a hazy light under the wide open curtains.

The thick cover feels heavy.

"This is our new girl in the last month, all types, flirtatious, pure, and even human demons..." the man said and pushed the booklet over. "I don't know which one you like?"

"..." Dongfang Shijin's face was like the king of the wild wolf in the cold desert. There was a beating killing intention in his eyes. His slender hand opened the book, as if a hand was frantically kneading his heart——

He panicked and would see ye Qingcheng's figure inside. He couldn't imagine how he would feel if ye Qingcheng's figure appeared here?

He seems to be able to imagine that ye Qingcheng was placed on a high platform. She fell asleep like the most beautiful sleeping beauty in the world. The men below looked at her like wild animals

She is so beautiful that only one moment can ignite the primitive beast sex of all men!

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