Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The horse went to a door, took out a card from his pocket and scanned the lock cylinder at the door.

"Drop -"

The door is open.

Ye Qingcheng immediately set up the Oriental world brocade, and his steps were somewhat vain.

Fortunately, after entering the door, there is a huge round bed not far away. The hanging pearl white curtain is a light golden tone with the charm of ancient Rome.

The consciousness of Dongfang Shijin was gradually weakened, and his body fell heavily on the bed.

Ye Qingcheng stepped forward and took a small paper bag out of his pocket - it was specially packed by Ye Qingcheng just in case before he left.

Now, this "just in case" is really in use.

When ye Qingcheng ordered the bodyguards to pour hot water, blood was slowly seeping out of the nose of Dongfang Shijin.

Little by little, little by little, slowly flowing out

When ye Qingcheng peeled off the paper bag, his whole hand was shaking. The horse picked up the body of Dongfang Shijin and sat up.

Dark red pills were put into his mouth. Ye Qingcheng fed him water. Transparent water stains seeped out of his beautiful lips.

"Oriental world brocade..."

"Dongfang Shijin, wake up..."

Ye Qingcheng looked at his gradually darkened vision and suddenly seemed to be grabbed by a hand.

"Oriental world brocade..."

"Oriental world brocade..."

Ye Qingcheng's call seemed to come from a distant place. All the places he could see were dark.

"Dongfang Shijin... Wake up..."

"Why didn't he wake up... Didn't the medicine work?" Ye Qingcheng did it by the big bed. Her huge skirt was very uncomfortable, like firmly fixing her body.

Ye Qingcheng's body leaned forward slightly, and one hand held his hand tightly. His strength seemed to collapse, and he didn't hold her hand at all

Her other hand caressed his face with a slight heat, like a low fever.

Ye Qingcheng's heart is beating wildly

The impatience in her eyes was so clear.

How can she not be impatient? At the moment, the nose of Dongfang Shijin is still slowly exuding blood. His eyes are open. There is no focal length in it. It seems to be lax

He was like being frozen for a moment.

"Don't worry, Miss ye... Maybe you need to buffer for about 5 minutes?" Ma Zi was relieved. In fact, he was worried. After all, today is the reception banquet of Oriental world brocade. Don't make any mistakes

The eyes of Dongfang Shijin are empty, like a moment of wandering.

His eyes were choking darkness, and suddenly a scene slowly became clear——

Ye Qingcheng knelt down in the darkness, and he was lying in bed, as if he had fallen into a long coma.

[Dongfang Shijin... Wake up...]

She was crying and shouting, wearing a white nightdress. Blood was flowing out of her lower abdomen. Slowly, it was like an invisible tentacle, spreading a little.

Spread in the dark

[woo woo... Mom... Mom...]

[mom... Woo woo...]

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