Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The man sat on the sofa, bowed his head and sipped his tea. All his feelings were very hidden.

His height is not as high as that of Dongfang Shijin. Because Dongfang Shijin is a hybrid, it seems that the skeleton is extremely broad and tall. It is at least 188 tall, but it seems to be 190 +. In addition, Dongfang Shijin absolutely exercises regularly.

He is only about 178 tall. His outline does not have the domineering spirit of the Oriental world brocade, but he is calm with the precipitation of years. He is more like a poisonous snake entrenched in the dark. He can't see it on weekdays. However, when people walk by

He is undoubtedly terrible.

But at the moment, the dangerous smell on him was well restrained.

He drank tea without trace.

"Alas, it's really bitter... There are so many injuries on the body, my God... There are many frostbite?" the woman gave a small exclamation while wiping Ye Qingcheng's soft body, "honey, go and prepare some frostbite ointment..."

The maid next to him got up and went out.

After drinking a cup of tea, the man slowly got up and looked at the woman on the big bed. The amazing beauty almost lies in the overlap of memories decades ago.

His eyes were in a trance for a moment.

But then he raised his feet and went out.

Mrs. Daisy wiped Ye Qingcheng.

Until the next evening, ye Qingcheng's hand moved slightly.

She slowly opened her eyes and her sight was a little blurred.

The antique design style is obviously Chinese style furniture, but the carvings on it are all European items.

Ye Qingcheng took a closer look. All the sculptures on it are dark night angels and hollowed out carved maidens

This is clearly the style of medieval Europe.

The falling scarlet curtain looks like the feeling of early Baroque, especially the carpet embroidered with Mori blue + brown + gold on the ground

Next to it is a table lamp that looks very much in the style of the early 19th century. It has an elegant lampshade. Below it is enamel with fine gold carving.

Vintage dial phone

She slowly propped up her body. The faint sandalwood incense in the air curled up in the light blue porcelain dish, emitting a faint white smoke.

There is a woman's dressing table opposite. Some cosmetics scattered on it are the appearance of early times, and several peach combs are scattered on it

There was a layer of dust, as if no one had entered.

The oval floor dressing mirror is set off by carved angels, and the clothes of ancient Greece are lifelike.

Ye Qingcheng feels strange. Where is this?

Why is there such a room?

In the whole room, ye Qingcheng didn't see any electrical appliances. Even the luxurious Baroque crystal lights on the ceiling were candles that needed to be lit?

Ye Qingcheng was puzzled and closed her eyes slightly. What passed in front of her was the fire and violent vibration in that moment!

Ye Qingcheng seems to remember the deafening sound of explosion, and even the huge waves splashed in the water when the helicopter fell and broke

Her brain has a five second space bar.

She knew that someone wanted to catch her.

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