Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

He has always been hidden, so he pressed down the kind of love. He loves Ye Qingcheng so much that he can't see the broken light at the bottom of her eyes? Why can't you see that ye Qingcheng's eyes are red?

His heart is also in pain

Dongfang Shijin vowed that the most painful thing in his life was to see ye Qingcheng cry.

So he also told himself in his heart that if he could bear it again, it would be time... Until he had enough wings to protect Ye Qingcheng. In this life, ye Qingcheng would not cry

He will never let Ye Qingcheng cry in the future!

[Qingcheng, do you love me...?]

[I love you...]

In that dark room, ye Qingcheng leaned against his arms and slightly raised her head. There was a kind of serious persistence in her face

[Dongfang Shijin, I love you...]

[Dongfang Shijin, I love you...]

[Dongfang Shijin, I love you...]

Dongfang Shijin was slightly stunned. The ring was set on his hand, but he didn't feel it.

"Aubrey, it's done." Mu Enron reminded in a low voice that the vision of Dongfang Shijin seems to have been in an insignificant place

She is also guessing that it should be the woman

The eyes of Dongfang Shijin seemed slightly distracted. After she reminded, it was clear that the fundus of Dongfang Shijin was a thick layer of cold ice. Although it looked a little softer, the cold from the heart... Really can't be ignored.

The original happy light in Mu Enron's eyes is also a little dim, as if the priest's declaration has become trance.

Neither of them thought at the wedding banquet at all.

Mu Enron had a sour feeling in her heart. Her eyes lifted up faintly and looked around. She couldn't see the figure

Yes, I still can't see him on this occasion.

Originally, Mu Enron thought that today was her engagement banquet with Dongfang Shijin. As the eldest brother, he should be present anyway?

But no.

He still didn't come.

Therefore, Mu Enron certainly didn't see that outside the arched French window, a man was wearing a white shirt and gray brown suspenders. His shirt was not buttoned properly. It was a bit messy and half of his chest was exposed.

His slightly long hair was a little disordered by the wind, and some stubble appeared on his lips, which looked a little decadent.

In particular, his white shirt cuffs have a little dye color.

"Young master..."

Standing behind Dongfang Shichuan, Smith is his attendant + private housekeeper, a Western man in his 40s, very down-to-earth and loyal.

"Why don't you go in?" Smith looked at Dongfang Shichuan standing here and understood what he was doing. "After all... Miss Mu will want to see you, and today is the engagement banquet for the second young. I just told the master that you are unwell..."

"Let's go," Dongfang Shichuan seemed not to hear Smith's words at all. He slowly turned his head. His hands inserted bags. He looked a little scattered. The wind at night was blowing slightly, and the petals and ribbons on the lawn were blowing all over the sky.

It's fantastic.

"..." Smith stood there, his eyes slightly swept into the hall, which was full of luxury and style.