Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Yes, the history there is great. I went to China a few days ago. The scenery there is very beautiful, the history is also very attractive, and the women are also very beautiful..."

“……”

Havila sipped the tea, her eyes flickered, and looked at Mrs. Carol's lips. Although she was still smiling, it was gradually cold, especially her fingers holding the bone china tea cup, clenched slightly, and her bones turned white

"Mrs. Carol... Oh, look, they brought the flowers."

Havila knew enough to stop, immediately lifted her skirt slightly, straightened up and looked out of the big window, "what a beautiful flower."

“……”

Mrs. Carroll's hand holding the tea cup also slightly loosened. She looked down. Sure enough, guards in red + black uniforms moved large and small flower pots in

It won't take five minutes.

10 pots of Jasmine are in full bloom, a faint fragrance lingers in the air, and iris is also in full bloom.

Large white flowers and elegant ceramic vases have a very classical atmosphere. They look very good on the windowsill of the castle.

"When Aubrey comes back... I'll let him thank you for me, Vera. You're a good girl."

Mrs. Carroll got up and gently smelled the fragrance of jasmine, with curved eyebrows and eyes and a little smile.

"Mrs. Carol, just be happy," said havira, standing up from the rocking chair with a smile in her gray pupils. "I won't disturb your rest any more. I'll come back to you some other day and bring you something to kill your boredom."

"..." Mrs. Carol stood up. "I won't go down... Vera, be safe."

"OK."

Havila is wearing a skirt with a long goose yellow skirt, which is elegant and very angelic.

Mrs. Carroll stood on the High Castle, her long hair pulled up high, and a dark blue hair band hidden between her hair.

Her eyes became cold and looked at havi pulling into her carriage. The white horse gave a slight neighing, and the groom slowly walked forward with the carriage.

The weather is a little gloomy, the sky is clear, but it has an indelible fog.

The carriage soon disappeared.

Carol's expression finally cooled down.

"Madam, do you need to dispose of these flowers immediately?"

The old maid stepped forward slightly from behind her and bent down to ask her.

"Throw it away?" Carol looked coldly at the 15 potted flowers in front of her, raised her hand and pushed it forward.

"Wow -"

"Pa -"

"Boom -"

The flowerpot is broken on the ground, and the white flowers are particularly dazzling in the soil.

"Oh... Who left the flowerpot, so careless, my God..."

A maid with a pot in her hand just came out of the castle. The flowerpot broke at her feet and she jumped away.

Subconsciously raised her head, but her original complaining eyes were straight on the second floor of the castle. She looked at the eyes of a beautiful and elegant but cold woman. She hurried to leave with a earthen pot

Outside rumors, Mrs. Carroll has always had some mental problems.

Even though she was very quiet most of the time, she sat on the balcony of the castle all day, reading books and doing handicrafts.

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