Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

However, at this time, on the second floor, a man dressed in a dark brown double breasted court long coat hurried downstairs. He had an ancient silver carved sword pinned to his waist, which was a threatening chivalry.

His dark brown hair was combed back, and his coat was embroidered with dark silver retro patterns.

"Vera, what are you doing..."

The tone was clearly soft. The man's handsome face obviously looked like he had just run down, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Only havila was clearly reflected in those dark chestnut eyes.

His breath was also high, cold and dense, but it slowed down obviously at this time.

"She's shameless..."

"You're drunk, it's time to have a rest..." the man said, approaching the past and bending down slightly. Her skirt was too big to hold her up, so he had to stand her and leave.

“No……”

"You're very impolite now."

"Lose your manners..." havila raised her eyes and was very drunk. She looked at the man in front of her and wanted to say something.

"Enough?" Dongfang shijinsen's cold voice was like a skate mixed with wheezing. Her eyes were angry. The maid hurried over with a paper towel and wiped the champagne dripping from her face.

Fortunately, havila was confused. There was only less than 1 / 3 of the liquid in the cup.

"Dongfang Shiyu, watch her!"

Because it was a banquet and there were many people present, he couldn't attack, and his voice had a dangerous warning.

"I think you should say this to her," the man picked up Hao Weila, who was drunk, held her arm and slender waist, and looked at Ye Qingcheng nearby, "instead of warning me of an outsider."

“……”

The woman's sixth sense tells Ye Qingcheng that this is a somewhat complicated relationship.

"Wipe it for me," Ye Qingcheng noticed Dongfang Shijin's anger at the moment. She pressed Dongfang Shijin's tight hand under the table and lifted it slightly. The maid was in a hurry to pass the paper towel.

"..." just at this moment, the man hugged havila and turned coldly. The ice in his eyes clearly softened when he looked at havila again and kept asking her how she was.

“……”

Ye Qingcheng looked at havila being carried away by Dongfang Shiyu, and his eyes were clearly still looking at Dongfang Shijin.

In her heart, there was a strong sour feeling. She leaned over, slightly lowered her head and kissed the side of the face of the Oriental world brocade.

Havila's eyes really condensed in an instant——

Although she was drunk, she could still see the scene!

Ye Qingcheng looked at havila's face and was embarrassed. He immediately raised a faint smile, full of victory and ridicule.

She didn't like havira.

"Still angry?"

Ye Qingcheng turned her eyes and looked at Dongfang Shijin's face, which was still bad. She sat beside him and asked in a low voice.

"..." Dongfang Shijin took back his sight and took the paper towel handed over by the maid.

The wine stain on her face has been wiped clean.

"Why are you still angry about this little thing?"

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