Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Mu Enron's father was upset by Ye Qingcheng and wanted to get angry, but he obviously couldn't afford to provoke Dongfang Shijin and Lucifer

"Miss, if you are tired, you can go upstairs to have a rest? There are many people here. I hope you can abide by etiquette."

This time, the person talking was neither Dongfang Shijin nor Lucifer, but mu Enron, who always sat there smiling. Even Mu Enron's always gentle and tolerant face also brought a lot of impatience

There are many people

Ye Qingcheng looked up blankly and looked around. Only then did he find that the hall was unusually quiet.

The music of the circus stopped, the music of the court dance stopped, and even the violin and piano of the wedding march stopped.

It seems that all the scenes have been pressed the space bar, and the silence is terrible

On the stage, master Dongfang sat in the master's chair with a pipe in his hand. He seemed to be relaxed. He took a few mouthfuls of pipe. He picked up the tea next to him and took a sip gently. His eyes seemed to look at them inadvertently

Vivian held a small porcelain white tea cup, slightly blew a mouthful of clear goose yellow British black tea, also slightly frowned, and quietly looked at Ye Qingcheng downstairs

The ladies on both sides of the stage were looking at them. Havila's eyes were cold, like two cold and cruel ice skates, but stained with a little ironic and arrogant light.

She hated Ye Qingcheng who was attached to Dongfang Shijin at the moment, but she was secretly happy that Dongfang Shijin ignored her

Good

Everyone is watching.

"Puff --"

"Puff --"

"Puff --"

"Puff --"

"Puff --"

"Puff --"

Ye Qingcheng's heart is beating rapidly. Her breathing is slightly heavy and rapid. A bright and smart little face is terrible pale. Only the position of the eye circle is red. She wants to be a big rabbit

In the air, facing her was the cold eyes of Dongfang Shijin.

He has no feelings.

If you insist that there is a little emotion - of course, it is an undisguised disgust.

He is disgusted with her.

Yes, disgust.

"Ah..." Ye Qingcheng's lips finally raised gently, but the arc was the ultimate sadness, as if it was the last hiss

"Dongfang Shijin, how I wish you would tell me that you lied to me... Today is just a dream. After 0:00 today, everything is still the same as before... Will you?"

“……”

"Can you, Dongfang Shijin? Tell me it's a dream."

Her hand was cold, and there was a little sweat in her palm. It was soaked, but it was cold and complete.

“……”

"Dongfang Shijin, answer me..."

“……”

"Will you?" she asked.

"Don't dream," as if he couldn't stand ye Qingcheng's repeated questioning, and his eyebrows frowned, "Ye Qingcheng, in front of your fiance, I think you should have some standards - don't forget, I'm your brother. You're the adopted daughter of the Oriental family."

“……”

A basin of cold water poured down.

Ruthlessly extinguished the flame burning in Ye Qingcheng's heart.

Cold, cruel, terrible.

Quietly.