Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

“……”

Ye Qingcheng sat on the soft couch on the balcony. She didn't want to hear the man's voice, but the maid's hand was always there.

Ye Qingcheng had to take it and put it in his ear, but there was a gentle breathing sound on the opposite side, nothing else.

Ye Qingcheng didn't know how to speak for a moment. She was tangled and didn't know what to say?

Just ask him if he'll come back? No, will it look like she thinks of him and make the man think he is right.

Where is he? Why is it like a girlfriend chagang? Neither.

Ask him if he plans to imprison her here all his life?

Ye Qingcheng thought, so embarrassed, and there seemed to be no feeling of speaking opposite.

“……”

"I said..."

"Pa -"

As soon as ye Qingcheng opened his mouth, he almost immediately hung up the phone. It seemed that he didn't have much patience.

"Doodle doodle -"

Ye Qingcheng listened to the voice of the mobile phone hanging up from the other side, holding the microphone in his hand.

Immediately became angry.

She dialed again immediately——

The other side answered immediately.

However, after a moment of silence, ye Qingcheng couldn't hold his words. "Why should you send someone to look at me at the door? Even prisoners have regular ventilation!"

"I am not your prisoner, and there is no enmity between us."

"Even if you saved me in France, these days are enough to erase. There's no point in your going on like this!"

"It can only make me hate you more and hate you day after day!"

"Do you know how I feel now? I hate you so much that I want to kill you myself!

"..." there seemed to be a small friction sound, followed by the sound of the horse, "Miss ye?"

The horse was embarrassed with his mobile phone. The mobile phone turned on hands-free. The man lay on the big king size bed, his bathrobe bare his chest, his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

He was holding the sobering tea just made by the waiter and pinching the edge cup with gold wire. He was slightly lowering his head to blow the heat on it.

The heart with a little expectation was cold and frozen.

The expression that had just softened disappeared in an instant, making people mistakenly think that softness is just an illusion.

He didn't make any big moves. He still half leaned there and tasted the tea in his hand.

The smoke curled and the water vapor filled his beautiful face.

There was no way to guess what his expression meant.

"..." Ye Qingcheng breathed deeply, "where's your young master? Let him answer the phone."

"Our young master is busy now. If you have anything to tell me, I'll tell you."

The horse coughed and the man's eyes opened. In fact, he was listening carefully.

"Please tell that bully, don't try to imprison me, or I will fight to the end!"

"Is that all? I'll tell you later."

"And,"

There was a pause, and at this time, the Oriental world brocade had sat up and seemed to be waiting for what the other party would say.

What else does she have to say?

What is he looking forward to?

What do you expect?

Expect her to ask about him?

"Tell the bully that you'd better not come back all your life!"

"OK..." before he said it, he hung up with a slap.

The eyes of Dongfang Shijin were too gloomy for a moment.

"Young master..." Ma Zi's face was embarrassed. He said nothing. Is Dongfang young master childish now?