Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"It's no ordinary daughter of decline," Ye Qingcheng smiled. "My parents died in a car accident when I was 8 years old... I'm the only survivor."

"Very sad," the man replied with an sorry smile, "it's no exaggeration to say that you are the most beautiful woman after Claudia."

"..." Ye Qingcheng raised his head and looked at the woman in the picture.

She was about to go out with the black card in her hand——

"Miss, I don't think you are in good condition now. Turn left and go out on the right. You can find the place to supply bodyguards and maps."

Ye Qingcheng turned around and held the black card in his hand,

She went out along the alley. Unexpectedly, the people here looked at her with respect.

Ye Qingcheng quickened his pace and always felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

On the right, there was indeed a shop with many sheepskin rolls hanging on it.

With the black card, ye Qingcheng easily bought a simple topographic map, in which a topographic map like a rat lane was drawn.

And in every lane, there is an extremely hidden lane number.

The alley was twisted in a mess. Ye Qingcheng walked for a full 30 minutes before he finally saw the bright light, and——

A row of Bentley motorcades parked at the entrance of the alley.

Ye Qingcheng tightly held the map of parchment roll in his hand.

The sky seems to be gradually becoming clear, with slightly cool air

The row of roaring Bentley motorcade glowed brightly.

Ye Qingcheng's heart beat faster for a moment

The door opened slowly, and ye Qingcheng held his breath.

She saw a pair of shiny leather shoes coming out, followed by slender and straight trouser legs.

He was wearing a dark grid suit with dark gray and dark coffee stripes. Inside was a navy blue shirt and a dark striped tie of the same color.

His face was unusually cold, as if it had condensed into thick ice.

That pair of eyes inside is unprecedented coldness, it seems that the surrounding air is pressed down to zero in an instant!

Ye Qingcheng just sat there foolishly, clutching the paper roll in his hand, and a bluish stubble appeared on his hard Chin

There is some black under his eyes

When he stood there, his face was tired, like an eagle flying alone in the sky, or a lion wandering alone in the endless grassland

Ye Qingcheng was standing in the middle of the alley. Her white skirt was a little embarrassed, and the lace at the collar was a little messy. Her face was very pale, and even her coral lips faded into pink

Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes had a bright luster. It seemed that she was a pair of hands. She probed into the heart of the Oriental world brocade and grasped it again and again

Her body has become much thinner.

A simple white cotton and Linen Skirt, worn on her, even looks much looser

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