Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng couldn't help being startled by his sudden idea. Is it a good match?

Feelings, as long as there is no moving, are not a good match.

No, Mu Enron is good, but she, ye Qingcheng, is the favorite woman of Dongfang Shijin, isn't she.

She and Dongfang Shijin are the best couple.

Ye Qingcheng comforted himself habitually, and Dongfang Shijin also said that their wedding would be held four months later.

She should believe him.

She will believe him.

Ye Qingcheng turned his head, "East..."

Before she finished speaking, ye Qingcheng suddenly noticed the strange body of Dongfang Shijin. She tried to call his name.

“Aubrey……？”

“Aubrey……？”

“Aubrey……？？”

No one responded.

Ye Qingcheng's voice is becoming ethereal——

damn!

The body of Dongfang Shijin is slowly becoming cold, and even the nasal cavity seems to be slowly becoming warm

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were very sharp, and he found this anomaly in an instant!

The surrounding banquets were still singing and dancing. Even under the high platform on the first floor, where those nannies and uncles sat, they specially invited clowns to perform.

There were celebrities in twos and threes talking together.

The little monkeys of the circus are jumping and jumping. The 89 year old woman sits there, meticulous, and the two women in their 50s next to her laugh regardless of the image

Laugh and turn around and say these things.

This extravagant scene

People around are enjoying entertainment, or on the dance floor.

No one cares here, but once something happens here, it will inevitably attract the attention of blockbusters.

Ye Qingcheng called the horse. She tried to calm down and motioned for the horse with her eyes.

Ma Zai was originally rejecting a historian's request to study the genealogy of the Oriental family. When he turned around, he saw the cold pupils of the Oriental world brocade, which seemed to be static or even slightly lax.

He immediately understood that the poison of the Oriental world brocade had been sent!

So he and the other two bodyguards quickly walked forward. The contacts decorated as waiters immediately moved forward and surrounded them in a semi arc towards the side hall lounge on the first floor.

Ye Qingcheng's hand pretended to hug his waist and actually supported his weight.

The party left the banquet in the hall so imperceptibly.

On the side of the first floor, there is a huge corridor, next to which are blue and white porcelain bottles with white background, and there are also many portraits and sculptures.

Ivory white wooden doors on both sides.

The ground was covered with a thick scarlet carpet.

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