Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Mu Enron didn't take another look. He took off his cloak and handed it to the maid behind him, so he wanted to raise his feet and walk upstairs.

She raised her eyes slightly and walked up the wooden stairs.

"..." a bodyguard stood at the entrance of the stairs and saw the woman coming up. He was stunned, "mu... Miss mu?"

"Where's your young master?" Mu Enron came straight to the point. The faint sound line was like the moonlight tonight, a bit hazy and clear.

"Er... Our young master is in the study," the bodyguard answered her, and then said, "Miss mu, you'd better not bother now. The young master has been seriously short of rest recently... And he's grumpy. You'd better go back and have a rest early."

The eviction order is so obvious.

For three consecutive days, Dongfang Shijin returned late at night almost every day.

He went out before dawn and didn't come back until two or three o'clock at night. He was tired, like a badly wounded lion, licking his wound.

Mu Enron pushed the door and saw the same scene.

In the dim light, there are more than half empty wine racks. On the wooden bar table, there are more than 10 empty wine bottles.

A transparent glass patterned cup with half a cup of amber liquid and an open bottle of spirits next to it.

The tall and dignified man, with his back to the door, sat in a high chair with his slender legs at will.

The collar of his shirt was slightly open, the sleeves were slightly rolled up, and the exposed skin was stained with dust and solidified blood.

It looks so embarrassed.

In particular, a light stubble appeared on his originally sharp chin, and his face was extremely embarrassed.

The original majestic lion, like a badly wounded lion, sat there and calmed himself down

His breath is still dark and cold, but it is covered with a smell called... Pain.

Dongfang Shijin sat on a high chair, holding a 16 open photo album tightly in his hand, dark brown kraft paper, with a hand-painted cow and a hand-painted lion on the cover.

Niuniu leans against the lion's arms. The lion's tail is heart-shaped and there is a rose in his mouth.

[here are the memories of Dongfang Shijin and ye Qingcheng].

Above the lion and the ox, a big heart was drawn, and these words were framed inside.

The slender fingers of Dongfang Shijin opened the first page, on which was a group photo of them. At dusk, in a small shop with Danish style, he peeled crabs for her. Ye Qingcheng looked unhappy. There was only one crab leg on the plate

[the crab is peeling my shell,

The notebook is writing about me,

I fall on maple leaves and snowflakes all over the sky,

And you're thinking about me.] - fool, I miss you.

There are also photos of them drinking a cup of milk tea. In the small high foot milk tea cup, a straw is wound into a heart shape

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

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[Dongfang Shijin, your approach, your embrace of me, silent, but deadly reality.]

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