Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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Ye Qingcheng had a dream.

A long, white and happy dream.

She dreamed of a wedding, with white gauze flying all over the sky and an arch of flowers tied into beautiful shapes by pink and white roses.

The golden beach, the blue waves, flapping and flowing white bubbles.

The boys in mini Princess skirts and little gentleman suits were bouncing around on the beach picking up starfish and shells sent up by the waves.

The pianist sat on the beach and gently played a wedding march.

The sky is full of flying pink petals, flying ribbons, balloons, lovely children

This is a grand, beautiful and exciting seaside wedding.

The happiest thing is that the heroine of the wedding is herself.

In the dream, ye Qingcheng was wearing a super luxurious huge wedding dress. Dongfang Shijin stood in front, against the sun, and smiled at her

In the sunshine, the seagull kept shouting. Dongfang Shijin handed over his hand to Ye Qingcheng

She smiled and held his broad, dry palm.

"Qingcheng, marry me."

The waves hit the beach, the seagulls were chirping, and the handsome Oriental world brocade in the groom's formal dress made all the surrounding scenery lose color

"I'd like to..."

She also smiled gently. The feeling was that before Dongfang Shijin opened her mouth, she wanted to say I would like to

"Dad... Mom..."

The little girl in a white princess dress stumbled over from a distance. She had a pair of black pupils, her facial features with the depth of the Oriental world brocade, and mixed with the softness of Ye Qingcheng

[Dongfang Qingcheng, today is your father's wedding...]

The woman's light voice seems to have magic.

Ye Qingcheng couldn't help raising his lips.

She woke up with a happy smile. When she opened her eyes, the beautiful dream seemed to be still in front of her and slowly became nothingness

"Oriental world brocade..."

She happily wants to share this dream with him.

When she opened her eyes, her brain was dizzy, and she seemed to be trapped in a piece of Psychedelic.

"Jingle..."

Numb pain came from the wrist, and there was a clear sound of shackles.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes became confused and confused. He looked up and found that he was being tied to a huge cross in a big font at the moment.

There was a small circle of shackles on her wrist, which imprisoned her to death.

Her body was still wearing the lace nightdress, her feet were bare and fixed on the cross.

Can't move.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes slowly turned around. This is a dark room. Only a faint light leaked from the top. It should be a gap in the wood, so this is underground.

It was dark around, and all the scenes were hazy in the dark.

Ye Qingcheng moved her wrist and suddenly had a bad intuition in her heart, which made her heart beat faster inexplicably——