Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng's angina pectoris. At this moment, it seems that all the sounds, the sound of dance, the sound of piano and the harsh sound of ladies are mixed together, turning into twisted and harsh claws and grasping them hard

Under the golden light, Lucifer stood in the hall, inserted the bag with one hand, and extended his other hand to her. The golden silk thread on his clothes and the forest blue + scarlet gemstones on his cuffs were becoming dazzling

However, ye Qingcheng wiped Lucifer's side and touched Lucifer's hand. She walked towards the Oriental world brocade

And what about him?

He was sitting there talking and laughing with his fiancee's father.

"Oriental world brocade." Ye Qingcheng walked over. In all the lights, the Oriental world brocade was in front of her, but at this moment, it seemed to be thousands of miles away from her

Ye Qingcheng really wants to reach out and catch him. He really wants to hug him and feel his warmth

Her voice was shaking as hard as she could, but the choking came to her throat, but it was so sour, like an overturned vinegar bottle, spreading in her throat

"What's the matter?" Dongfang Shijin raised his head slightly. A handsome face seemed to have a light layer of cold ice

How could his face be so cold? Why... Can't you see the tenderness for her?

Why is it so cold?

"Dongfang Shijin..." Ye Qingcheng's voice was about to collapse. Her eyes stared at him sitting there with deep sadness and pain, "why..."

Why are you sitting here with Mu Enron like this?

Why smile at Mu Enron?

This gentle smile is clearly his only favorite!

Why didn't Lucifer say anything when he said he wanted to marry her?!

Why did this happen?

His cold eyes seemed to incarnate into a cold sword and stabbed it into Ye Qingcheng's softest chest.

"Do you really want... Me to marry him?"

Ye Qingcheng's voice has brought uncontrollable sadness. Her eyes seem to be a dying little beast, sending out the last cry.

"You will get married one day," said Dongfang Shijin. His slender hand played with a tall glass. Under the golden light, the ring on his hand was so dazzling that her eyes hurt

"..." Ye Qingcheng's eyes were stained with a little wet, and looked at him painfully, "you tell me, they are all fake, right?"

"What's the matter?" Mu Enron's father turned his head slightly, looked at Ye Qingcheng standing there, and asked his daughter softly.

"Nothing, father," Mu Enron explained in general. "She was just brought back by Aubrey. Subconsciously, Aubrey was regarded as the only relative."

"I see." the fat foreign man nodded slightly, but frowned again. He always felt that this woman and the Oriental world brocade... Didn't look like brothers and sisters?

"Oriental world brocade..." this was the third time she called his name.

"You will be very happy, bless you, Qingcheng," he said. When he said these words, he completely lost the gentle smile when he looked at her, and he could no longer find the rippling tenderness in it.