Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng raised his lips and smiled slightly. Dongfang Shijin, I miss you very much.

After writing, ye Qingcheng painted a little cow leaning on the big lion. Their backs were warm and pulled out far by the afterglow of the sun.

She carefully cut out a picture of Dongfang Shijin snuggling with her and drinking a cup of milk tea. They looked at each other. With a faint smile on the lips of Dongfang Shijin, she wrote——

[Dongfang Shijin, when you look at me, I am in your eyes and you are in my heart.]

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Your approach, your embrace of me, silent but deadly reality

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[Dongfang Shijin, I may not talk about love and do many things that move you... But I am willing to do my best to give you happiness.]

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When Dongfang Shijin opened the door and came in, ye Qingcheng was lying on the big bed with a faint smile on her lips. Her hair was hooked behind her ears. The lines on her side face were soft and quiet, like an angel in the halo

"What are you writing about? The light is very dark. Aren't you afraid of hurting your eyes?"

Dongfang Shijin came in with milk and turned on the light at the head of the bed. Ye Qingcheng, like a frightened rabbit, rolled up the photos on the bed quickly and put a series of actions into the drawer of the bedside table.

"What do you write, so shameful?"

Wearing loose home clothes, Dongfang Shijin lifted his legs to bed and handed her the milk cup.

"Little surprise, if you say it, you won't be surprised. Don't ask me what it is," said Ye Qingcheng quickly, and took his milk with a quiet light in his eyes. "Where are you going tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" Dongfang Shijin pretended not to think well, "it's almost the last day... Of course, we should leave some meaningful days. We should go back in three days."

"I believe you." Ye Qingcheng drank the milk, and there was a small circle of white milk stains on his lips.

She put the glass cup on the bedside table next to her and turned into the arms of Dongfang Shijin.

Like a sleepy cat.

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Early the next day, ye Qingcheng was picked up by Dongfang Shijin and put on her thick cotton clothes.

Ye Qingcheng was stuffy and hot, revealing his head and looking at him, "Oriental world brocade, it's summer... Why do you wear so thick for me?"

"Where you need to wear cotton clothes."

Dongfang Shijin is also wearing a thick sweater. He answers and arranges Ye Qingcheng's skirt and hair.

Ye Qingcheng was lazy and didn't want to move, so he let him go.

She was dizzy, reassured and sweet in the arms of Dongfang Shijin. The car drove away, and Dongfang Shijin took her into the helicopter again.

About another hour later, ye Qingcheng slowly opened her eyes and was sweating all over. She stretched her waist and was wearing a thick snow proof suit?

She subconsciously raised her head and looked out of the window, a vast expanse of white