Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Oh, little thing?" the man sat down on the wooden teacher's chair in front. There was a pipe on the tea table on the wooden table. He was wearing a loose robe and pajamas inside. He smiled. "It must be no small thing that can make you come in the middle of the night."

"Is there any place to sell drugs here?" Ye Qingcheng directly and simply entered the theme, "such as all kinds of black market drugs, poisons, and... Antidotes?"

"Oh, medicine?" the man replied casually, "there are many medicine markets here, but all shops need to be prepared now, and even some valuable medicinal materials need to be taken in person. What kind do you need?"

"The antidote to poisoning. I don't know what the poison is," Ye Qingcheng didn't say much detail. "Where is the medicine shop?"

"Get out of the second alley on the right side of this alley," the man lit his pipe, took a casual SIP and spit out the fog, "but..."

"But what?" Ye Qingcheng asked intuitively.

"But usually he doesn't dispense the medicine easily," said the man, "but for your face... I think maybe she will make an exception, but you should remember that no matter what he asks you, you must insist... You have a relationship with Claudia..."

"That's it?" Ye Qingcheng thought slightly in his heart. It must be that most people here think she looks like Claudia.

She doesn't want to admit that she has a relationship with another woman, but if she doesn't say so

"OK," Ye Qingcheng promised and got up immediately, "I won't bother you anymore. I'm sorry to be so abrupt today."

"It's my duty to serve the goddess," the man said with a pipe in his hand.

Ye Qingcheng turned around and took the horse and the bodyguards to the alley in front of him.

After spending some time in this pawnbroker, the sky is now slightly light blue, with a touch of extremely rich crimson on the edge of the distant sky.

It was a rainy day not long ago, and now the sky is clear.

The early morning was the coldest time of the day. Ye Qingcheng wrapped her shirt and hugged herself. The early morning wind rolled the slightly wet air and blew her long hair.

Ma Zai walked on her side and looked up. He always felt that ye Qingcheng's side face was very similar to which painting in the shop.

"Miss ye, can I venture to ask...?" the horse tried to open his mouth.

"About which painting?" Ye Qingcheng knew what he wanted to ask, because when he was in the shop, the horse boy almost kept staring at the painting.

"... yes."

"I don't know the woman in the picture..." Ye Qingcheng hugged herself. The wind was very cold. Her mother's face always appeared in her mind.

Her mother Bai Jingmo is almost 9 points similar to that painting, but the only difference is

Qingcheng's mother is more gentle. Imagine that a woman who sits on the balcony every day with a small cushion or reads in the sun... How can she be linked to the black market?

In particular, the cold and gorgeous temperament of the woman in the painting is not similar to Qingcheng's mother.

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