Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Gondor and Turin are two brothers, but Turin is competitive. It is he who pressed Gondor's face into the brazier that led to Gondor's disfigurement. At that time, he was only 18 years old and pressed 16-year-old Tudor into the brazier... So his people are also very vicious and good at jealousy," the horse analyzed, "Now Turin is the knight of the guard beside the master, and Gondor still obeys Turin... It's just that they don't have the same feelings. If you kidnap his child, Gondor won't take care of it... After all, if something goes wrong in Turin, the next Knight of the guard should be Gondor. But Gondor doesn't seem to have much ambition to stand in the position of guard captain But he always... Hated Turin. Because of his disfigurement, everyone called him the devil. "

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"But similarly, young master... You'd better have a careful examination. The escort under Turin is the sharpest knight regiment in Britain. After all, he is responsible for the safety of the Oriental master, and no heat can break through the Oriental master's escort... And Turin, we don't know him... At least his brother Gondor is famous for his cold-blooded and fierce... I think this character is Inherited? "

The horse stopped talking.

Dongfang Shijin's hand was clenched into a fist, and the green veins on his forehead jumped abruptly. His mind kept flashing the scream of Ye Qingcheng just now

"Bang -"

While the Oriental world brocade was meditating, a huge sound came downstairs, which seemed to be the sound of the door being opened.

Ma Zi looked at Dongfang Shijin, immediately touched the pistol at his waist and walked carefully towards the door. After all, at this time, everything needs to be careful.

Dongfang Shijin took a black pistol from the table.

The horse carefully opened the door, looked under his eyes, and immediately touched the hand of the pistol and stopped.

Dongfang Shijin stood behind, and the tall figure was shrouded in a cold light.

His eyes looked down, and the woman in the white lace knee length nightdress stood there, * * * * feet, her long hair was lazy and curly, and her small face was a little pale.

The long skirt doll has two tied ribbons, which is a bit messy.

She raised her head. There was a clear dry light in her eyes, and her lip skin was cracked.

For a moment, when the four eyes are opposite, it seems that the surrounding air is silent.

Her eyes were like a wounded deer in the forest. The gate of the castle opened and several guards came in, reporting Ye Qingcheng's sudden intrusion in English

The heart of Dongfang Shijin seemed to come alive at this moment. His eyes looked at Ye Qingcheng standing below and his heart beat violently

It seems that a pair of hands slowly and forcefully grasped his heart

Ye Qingcheng's sight was blinded by the fog. She ran up the stairs with her skirt almost the next second, and Dongfang Shijin also ran down

He hugged her tightly, and their hearts were beating violently

"Oriental world brocade..." Ye Qingcheng's hand tightly hugged his waist, and big tears fell on his gray shirt and quickly absorbed them

In the quiet air, the heartbeat of the two of them seemed to attract each other

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