Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Go in," thought Ye Qingcheng. She took a step inside. The strong smell made her want to vomit.

Ma Zai and others immediately carried pistols, and several bodyguards walked in front of Ye Qingcheng.

The corpses of several snakes were placed on the ground. Perhaps it was because they had been placed for too long. When stepping on them, the corpses of snakes were broken.

The bodyguards walked ahead to protect Ye Qingcheng.

After stepping through the room full of snake corpses, there is a not small yard behind it. There is a low black door. The green plants hanging from it cover half of the door.

When ye Qingcheng came to the yard, the sky had turned white.

"Squeak --"

The wooden door opened, and a man came out. He looked about 60 years old. He was a European face. His slightly rolled hair was gray white, which was obviously dark brown.

He was wearing a suit that looked very old. It was the style of the early 20th century. It was gray, brown and black striped.

Inside is a vest of the same color, and a pair of leather shoes that look a little old. He is leaning on a dark brown crutch and a pair of blue eyes. He knows well in those eyes.

He stood there, time still, looking at them.

The man's face had vicissitudes, but his eyes looked fierce. When he touched Ye Qingcheng, a touch of respect crossed his eyes.

"Puff --"

The man suddenly knelt on one knee, the standard court knightly ceremony, one hand holding a crutch, he bowed his head, "my queen."

Ye Qingcheng frowned slightly, and the eyes of Ma Zai and others were obviously confused. They didn't know what was going on?

"Get up," Ye Qingcheng raised his chin slightly, a pair of eyes were somewhat alienated, and a cold sweat came out of her hands inexplicably.

The man really stood up. He was shocked by the vicissitudes of life.

Ye Qingcheng walked over step by step and tried his best to imitate the woman in the picture, Claudia.

"No..." the man looked straight at Ye Qingcheng, shocked and unbelievable, "no, it's impossible... The queen is no longer here... Who are you?!"

"Who am I..." Ye Qingcheng walked a few steps. The cold wind in the morning blew her long hair. Ye Qingcheng's chin was sharp and her eyes were cold, "I'm your queen."

The man was obviously stunned by her. That side was like Claudia!

Ye Qingcheng raised her feet and walked into the wooden door. There was a cold sweat in her palm and a little vanity in her steps. The man's aura was completely bloody. She had to pretend to be Claudia's temperament

Because, as the man said before, Claudia is the goddess here and the queen of the dark night here

I didn't know that when I opened the door, there was a medieval European decoration, black, dark brown and low tone.

In the middle of the living room, there is a huge painting.

Ye Qingcheng's footsteps stopped suddenly!

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