Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

It's like when a mermaid turns into a human, the fish's tail separates the adult's legs alive

She walked forward hard, restrained the almost trembling pain, walked slowly towards the door and opened the door hard.

There are few servants outside the door. It's extremely quiet. I should be afraid to disturb her rest with Dongfang Shijin

After all, both of them are in bad shape now.

Ye Qingcheng moved slowly. The opposite room was the bedroom of another guest room. Ye Qingcheng went forward first. There is a study connected with the Oriental world brocade

"Oh... Miss ye, why are you up! Go and have a rest..." Mrs. Anna is carrying chicken soup upstairs, followed by two maids, who seem to be sending food to Ye Qingcheng.

Just cooked chicken soup is good for physical recovery.

From a long distance, I can smell the smell of chicken soup flowing out of the air

"I'll go in and have a look. I'll come out and drink later," Ye Qingcheng reluctantly turned his face and couldn't refuse, "just give me a few minutes..."

Mrs. Anna's footsteps stopped, and ye Qingcheng had opened the wooden door

Mrs Anna had to ask the maid to put the chicken soup in the bedroom and wait for ye Qingcheng to eat it when he came out.

At eight o'clock in the evening, when I opened the door, there was a quiet darkness.

The faint smell of medicine in the air, mixed with a little calming lavender incense, seems to float a quiet and extreme breath factor in the air

Ye Qingcheng carefully stood at the door and looked at the position of the big bed. A man was lying on it, covered with a dark brown cup and complicated embroidery, which exuded the unique luster of silk products in the night

Her eyes were slightly wet and she walked slowly. On the small bedside table next to her was a lighter to light a small glass candle.

Ye Qingcheng sat gently beside the bed, took the ignition trigger with his hand, slightly pressed the button behind, and suddenly lit a cluster of flames. Ye Qingcheng carefully lit two glass candles.

The dark light suddenly lingered by the big bed

Under the dim candle light, Dongfang Shijin's face was pale, his eyes seemed to be deeper, and green stubble appeared on his chin

His face sharpened.

"Oriental world brocade..."

Looking at Dongfang Shijin lying in bed without reaction, ye Qingcheng's reason almost couldn't hold, and her tears rolled down.

She dropped her hand and picked up the warm big hand of the Oriental world brocade. It was dry. She gently lifted it up and pasted it on her face.

"Dongfang Shijin... Wake up soon, OK? Wake up..." Ye Qingcheng grabbed his hand, tears rolled down and slid down his dry hand

"You promised me... Life can be more fairy tale," she sobbed, "but do you know... With your life, it will be more fairy tale..."

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"Oriental world brocade..."

Ye Qingcheng closed his eyes with great effort. He hoped that Dongfang Shijin would wake up at this time and said to her, "Qingcheng, don't cry... I'm fine..."

Or, with a disdainful face, he said, "Ye Qingcheng, you look so ugly when you cry."

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