Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Rice porridge was sprinkled on the ground, slowly spreading from the dark red carpet, dense, and then absorbed, leaving only a faint stain.

Ye Qingcheng didn't look at it, but leaned on the pillow expressionless.

Hands folded on the lower abdomen, looks indifferent and elegant.

It was her indifferent and arrogant temperament that attracted him at the beginning, like poppy, that made him gradually close to him, addicted and infatuated with drugs.

Now, he suddenly hated her. The more she looked alienated and indifferent, the more he wanted to destroy her.

Her appearance left him helpless.

The man laughed angrily, and the veins of his big palm jumped abruptly.

The flames in his eyes burned more and more intensely, and his anger was like a awakened volcano, enough to destroy half the city.

His reason also tightly controlled him.

Like a crazy beast, his breath was cold and evil. He casually picked up a pair of trousers and shirts on the sofa, put them on, and picked up a coat.

Then came the sound of leather shoes.

The pace is steady and fast.

"Bang -"

I don't know what fell, and then there was the sound of smashing glass products.

Finally, a vase with flowers was knocked down and rolled on the carpet twice before it stopped. The flower branches inside broke when they rolled down and the water gurgled out.

From the carpet to the floor

"Boom -"

It was so untimely that the thunder roared and suddenly exploded. The thunder was startled. As soon as the house lit up, a lightning split the night sky.

There was a sudden light in the room.

"Boom -"

The thunder roared, and the tail dragged out aftershocks, roaring and angry.

It was not just the sudden rainstorm that triggered a small landslide. The manor leaned against the mountain on one side and faced the sea on three sides, and huge stones rolled down.

The waves also set off huge waves, roaring and roaring!

For a moment, the gloom in the room was aggravated, and the extremely low air pressure and slightly cool air roared outside the window.

The weather is changeable in the south in early summer.

The door was slammed and the whole villa seemed to be shaking.

"Young master -"

The horse guarding the door didn't know what had happened. He only saw the crazy Oriental world brocade coming out of it.

His hair was messy and his face was terrible.

The eyes are full of strong killing intention,.

Like Satan's terrible breath, cold, fierce and killing.

The horse was startled. After following the young master for so many years, he had never seen him so angry, or even lost his reason.

Like an enraged lion, bloodthirsty and fierce.

When I looked into the room, it was dark, and I could only see the debris on the ground.

Ye Qingcheng lay on the bed, clenched his lips tightly, and the sound of the sports car engine came downstairs.

Everything returns to silence.

Ye Qingcheng tried to suppress her sour tears and didn't let herself cry. She had never been like now, and her mood was almost collapsed.

Outside, raindrops hit the leaves and gradually became dense.

The glass windows on the balcony were not closed. The strong wind blew the window screen, and the cold wind poured in, mixed with some raindrops.

Ye Qingcheng didn't have a good rest. He watched the sky change from dark blue to light gray until the fish belly was white.

The weather also changed from heavy rain to light rain, and then completely stopped.

Ye Qingcheng kept the same posture. The man didn't come back tonight.