Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Bai Jingli's hand is very tight. Ye Qingcheng's face has slowly become ruddy, like some congestion

"Isn't it?!" Bai Jingli smiled, staring at Ye Qingcheng's eyes and her lips, "look, my dear... What's your name?"

"...." Ye Qingcheng's eyes paused, "Ye Qingcheng..."

"Look at your eyes, your nose, your lips... Have you never suspected that you are a hybrid?" Bai Jingli's eyes became cold.

Ye Qingcheng's heart was half cold, like a bucket of cold water poured on her head.

She was beautiful and pure since she was a child. Her eyes are double eyelids, but they are deeper than those of Oriental women, and they are beautiful and charming Danfeng.

The bridge of her nose is also more three-dimensional than that of ordinary people.

Especially her lips, the lips of Oriental women are more flat, while those of Western women are fuller and fuller.

Ye Qingcheng doubted her parents when she was a child, but her face was carved in the same mold as Bai Jingmo.

Dad, am I your daughter

[why is Qingcheng not? Look at your eyes, your face... How beautiful.]

[no, Dad, you have single eyelids, and you look so ordinary. How did you marry such a beautiful woman as your mother?]

[ha ha, Qingcheng, you'd better follow your mother more... Dad, genes are not as beautiful as your mother, so he was defeated.]

[no, Dad... Then why, why is my brother like you? My brother is not like my mother at all.]

[because, boys look like their father, and girls look like their mother...]

In the afternoon, ye Qin picked up Ye Qingcheng, who was wearing a little princess dress, and went to the balcony. Her mother was still sitting there, but her long lazy hair was tied up loosely. She wore a long white dress and knitted a small blanket in the sun.

[mom, mom... Mom is a great beauty.] little Ye Qingcheng sat in her father's arms, but stretched out his hand to her mother, [mom is a flower, dad is soil, but ah, flowers can't live without soil...]

Bai Jingmo sat in the sun, but smiled softly.

[Qingcheng, mother hugging...]

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Ye Qingcheng's eyes suddenly moistened, "no... I'm not his daughter... This is not my mother, my mother has long died, and she has been cremated... This woman is not my mother!"

"It's not your mother?! Ye Qingcheng... Don't dream! And you think you can fool me with a false name?! your name is Dongfang Qingcheng!" Bai Jingli ruthlessly pressed Ye Qingcheng on the crystal coffin. "I've been locked here for 21 years, and my biggest dream is to destroy her... But the crystal coffin is so solid, and Charles comes here every day..."

Ye Qingcheng pulled the crystal coffin. Sure enough, he could feel some small traces around the crystal coffin.

You can imagine how Bai Jingli smashed the crystal coffin crazily

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