Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Qingcheng, this is our time in Denmark - you always like the sunset in Denmark. You think it's very dreamy. That day, we sat on the park bench. When the sun fell, you came up to kiss me... I asked you why, you said... The lovers who kissed at the moment of sunset will be together. I asked you where you saw it. You said it was a wise poem What poet is it? You say it's yourself... Women in love are poets. "

"Look, Qingcheng, your bad joke is not funny at all... But even if it's your bad joke, I'd like to hear it again."

"Qingcheng, the shell I gave you is still by my bed... Our vicissitudes, Qingcheng, I promised you to marry you in three months. If you wake up today, we'll get married today... Wake up quickly."

"Qingcheng..."

"Ye Qingcheng, I don't allow you to sleep like this... It's been 10 days, Qingcheng, you should wake up..."

"Qingcheng, wake up..."

Dongfang Shijin has been doing it by the big bed. He held the album tightly in his hand. He looked at it page by page, repeating their memories over and over again

That photo album, which he had looked over and over so many times, even the big lion on the cover was wrinkled

Dongfang Shijin keeps repeating the stories that have been told again and again... They are all memories between them, which are now very precious.

Now he opened the first page of the album, and his eyes were constantly showing all kinds of their past

It's like a movie that keeps repeating. It's always repeating. There's no end to the cycle

Dongfang Shijin's voice is hoarse and his brain is in pain, but he has only one belief in his heart that ye Qingcheng can wake up

"Qingcheng, this is the 99th time I repeat for you... Do you still don't want to wake up?"

Dongfang Shijin's fingers turned to the last page of the album. He looked at the frame of the album on the last page and looked at the back of them snuggling with each other. His heart was as painful as the flood that opened the gate, and a steady stream of sadness poured out

"Qingcheng, you should wake up... 10 days, you punished me for 10 days..." Dongfang Shijin sat by the bed, holding Ye Qingcheng's hand, and the pain in his heart was extremely fierce

His hand tightly held Ye Qingcheng's hand. Her hand was unusually soft, without any strength, even cold

At such a moment, it seems that there is boundless fear spreading from the bottom of his heart, rising slowly, becoming a pair of invisible hands, slowly and ruthlessly pinching his breath

Dongfang Shijin holds Ye Qingcheng's hand and puts it on his lips. His heart is in pain and contracting rapidly

"Qingcheng..." Dongfang Shijin seemed to whisper powerlessly. For the first time in 27 years, it was so depressed and even frustrated

"Wake up quickly..."

At this time, the horse pushed the door and entered, "young master, your medicine..."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Ma Zi immediately felt a tingling pain in his heart. Dongfang Shijin sat by the bed and exuded an extremely strong sadness, which made him feel the biting pain