Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"I'm not Molly... You let go of me!" Ye Qingcheng's voice was very cold, which she pretended. Maybe it was because she stayed with Dongfang Shijin for a long time, and ye Qingcheng's breath couldn't stop like him - calm and cold.

"No, you are Jasmine..." master Dongfang clamped Ye Qingcheng, her back pressed on the crystal coffin, and the edges and corners chrome her.

"21 years, 7665 days, 183960 hours, 11037600 minutes, 662256000 seconds... I can't stand the days when you're not here. Molly, I come here to see you every day, and even look for the most powerful herbalist to bring you back from the dead... You see, your skin is so fresh inside. It hasn't aged for 21 years..."

“……”

"You see, I come here every day and night to see you... This is the Crystal Palace I specially built for you, right here..."

“……”

"I even looked for a family sacrifice to revive you from death... Or the rebirth of your soul. It worked! Molly, stand here..." his voice was magnetic and low, and his eyes stared at Ye Qingcheng like an eagle. "Your eyes, the bridge of your nose, your lips... Your temperament, everything... Are what I remember."

He stared at Ye Qingcheng tightly. She suddenly appeared here. Behind her was a crystal coffin, and ye Qingcheng's face was 9 points similar to the women inside

It's like another replica standing here.

Her facial features are flexible, her eyes are clear, her lips are reddish, and her whole body exudes a clear and proud temperament

None of them overlapped with what he remembered!

[Dongfang Jingyan...]

It seems that you can still hear the faint voice of a woman, as if it came from a distance, ethereal

Empty.

He stared at Ye Qingcheng.

It's like a fanatical pagan who sees his goddess come back from the dead

Ye Qingcheng can't believe it.

"No, I'm not jasmine," Ye Qingcheng retorted. Suddenly, she grinned. She was calm, with dark long hair curling. "Dad, I'm not jasmine, I'm your daughter."

Since Bai Jingli once insisted that ye Qingcheng was the daughter of Bai Jingmo and master Dongfang

Ye Qingcheng might as well make a plan.

"This move is out of date," but master Dongfang smiled. When he smiled, there were light wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, which did not reach the bottom of people's heart. "Who do you want to pretend to be? My sister? My sister?"

"..." Ye Qingcheng certainly doesn't know what he's talking about!

Master Dongfang stared at Ye Qingcheng in front of him, and his faint smile never disappeared.

In a trance, he seemed to see the beautiful woman standing in front of the cold four corner window. The outside wind blew in. She was wearing a large and luxurious dress of Rococo.

Her hair was messy, and several strands of hair had fallen from the original high coil.

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I've been writing these 10 chapters all day. Ow! It can't be any more painful

I'm afraid the small details behind are not handled well, so I modify them back and forth and rewrite them constantly

Tossed the baby all day

I continue to write in the early morning and update in the early morning~

It's still the old rule. I'll continue to update it at 10:00 and 3:00 in the morning. Babies can see it tomorrow morning.

I will still update it in the afternoon. I should not card it tomorrow... I'll stay up late tonight and revise it carefully.

At 8 p.m., the babies refresh and look at the update in the afternoon (I'm not sure whether it's 4 p.m. or 2 p.m.)! kiss