Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"I don't know," the maid shook her head. "Our servants don't know the whereabouts of the young master."

"Can you ask for me? I don't want to be locked up here every day!"

She doesn't want to be locked up in this damn villa every day, just like a bird in a golden cage, without any freedom.

She is a person.

She almost wanted to leave here, and didn't want to stay any longer.

I don't want anything about that masculinity.

Not to mention such a large manor.

Even in this villa, there is the shadow of the man everywhere.

Ye Qingcheng didn't want to talk to him, so the maid had to do it.

After the female went out, ye Qingcheng put his hands on the railing of the balcony and looked down. The water of the fountain was gurgling.

Blue sky, big floating clouds.

And the mountains in the distance are lush, all green trees, like a thick and soft carpet.

There were a few sweet bird songs in the sky.

……

On the other side, there is a luxurious and spacious European bedroom and a mosaic carpet with scarlet as the tone.

A large medieval retro oil painting hung on the wall.

The side lights on the wall jumped and fainted with a small half arc halo.

The heavy gray curtain is tightly closed, isolating all the light from the outside world.

The wine bottles were lying in disorder on the dark red carpet. The next version of the reluctantly wine rack didn't know what to kick down and collapsed most of it.

The broken glass bottles, more than 100 years of fine wine, were all destroyed, absorbed by the carpet, and the color was more scarlet.

When I opened the door, the strong smell of wine came to my nostrils.

And mixed with the smell of vomit.

The tall and strong man reclined on the sofa with several whisky bottles rolling under his feet.

His dark chestnut hair curled, cluttered on his forehead, high bridge of his nose, his eyes closed, thick British handsome.

The already clear face is now more pointed.

The dark blue shirt slightly opened the collar, revealing a strong chest.

Delicate clavicle, sexy and wild skin.

Even if he is asleep, he is still the domineering of the king, like a sleeping lion.

He held his forehead with one hand and put the other hand on the armrest of the sofa. The wine bottle rolled to the ground and the amber liquid flowed out.

There was a dense stain on one side of the sofa.

The horse frowned. He had never seen the young master and Cheng like this. Everyone could see that he was extremely angry, but the man didn't understand.

You don't have to think about it. You know who's responsible.

Ma Zai's eyes flashed a trace of complexity. Looking at the appearance of Dongfang Shijin, he probably had some special feelings for ye Qingcheng.

But that woman is too dangerous.

As a servant, I am not qualified to comment on Dongfang Shijin.

All he can do is take good care of all things of Dongfang Shijin.

Dongfang Shijin has always been happy and angry, but as long as you follow his will, you won't suffer.

But ye Qingcheng rode on his head against him, but the young master didn't lose his temper with her to everyone's surprise.

Except this time.

But similarly, Dongfang Shijin has locked himself up here for a few days and has never been like this.

Because he's holding back his anger?

Or don't you want to stay in the villa, afraid you can't control it and hurt her?

The Horse Boy sighed. He couldn't evaluate anything. He would ask the waiter to clean up the mess later.