Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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

[mom... Woo woo...]

A little child, naked and pink, suddenly came out of Ye Qingcheng's body. His little body was transparent with a little white halo.

He cried to embrace Ye Qingcheng.

But ye Qingcheng knelt down on the ground and kept whispering and crying to the Oriental brocade

The child's figure faded little by little and gradually disappeared. Only in the air, it seemed that he could still hear his cry and constantly shouted to his mother

Sad is heartbreaking.

[Dongfang Shijin... Dongfang Shijin...]

The depressing scene seems to be slowly disappearing and retreating bit by bit

"Cough -"

Dongfang Shijin suddenly woke up and coughed violently. He raised one hand and pressed his chest. Ye Qingcheng hurried to breathe for him.

"How are you feeling? Are you better?" Ye Qingcheng was impatient, but at a loss.

"Well, it's better," the voice of Dongfang Shijin was a little dumb. "Go to the hall and call bell in, my bodyguard."

Ye Qingcheng refused, "no, I want to look at you here... The duration of your attack is getting shorter and shorter..."

"Good, it'll be fine. It's much better now..." Dongfang Shijin sat up and looked much better, but his face was still a little pale. He slightly pulled up the corner of his lips and jumped up with a evil smile. "Good, come back in three minutes?"

"OK." Ye Qingcheng was very reluctant, so the horse asked four bodyguards to escort Ye Qingcheng out.

Ye Qingcheng thinks Dongfang Shijin has something to do with the bodyguard.

In fact, it's just that Dongfang Shijin wants to support her.

Ye Qingcheng's skirt is super large. In addition, she has a Paris hip pad and a corset. Her body is a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, the corset is not particularly tight. She can't bend down. She raised her hand and lifted the skirt slightly.

When she walked out of the door, she just saw Lucifer with bishop and a group of attendants in navy blue uniforms following him to the rest area here.

She raised her chin slightly, which was a cold, proud and beautiful atmosphere. Lucifer passed her, and his body was a faint fragrance of sandalwood.

Missed that moment, Lucifer's line of sight glanced slightly, with a faint smile in the narrow peach blossom eyes.

Bishop opened the door for him. In a huge ancient Roman style room, ivory walls and big beds are the ultimate aestheticism.

But on the huge round bed, a man in a dark red embroidered gold European medieval dress sat there, surrounded by a crowd of bodyguards.

The atmosphere is cold and domineering.

But his face was a little pale.

It seems to be a vampire in myth in the 18th century.

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