Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Wedding is the most important thing in a person's life. You should marry the person you love most. If Dongfang Shijin marries Mu Enron... It is absolutely impossible.

Now the Oriental world brocade does not have such a strong power support. If he really puts down Ye Qingcheng temporarily, then the next step is his wedding with Mu Enron.

What should he do to allow Ye Qingcheng to be there and then marry other women.

For Dongfang Shijin, there is only one person he loves and only one person he wants to marry. Over there is Ye Qingcheng.

There are no other people in pairs.

Now, his power is not so great, facing marrying other women, and the beloved woman he has not awakened

Dongfang Shijin actually chose this way to end, or... It was another start for him, the beginning of two people with Ye Qingcheng.

It is said that if two lovers hold hands and hug tightly when they die, they will be together for the rest of their life

Qingcheng, when I was 27, I met you and fell in love with you. Where are there so many reasons in my feelings? Love you just want to be with you all the time, hold your hand and marry me

27 years old, we know each other, 27 years old, we love each other.

At the age of 28, you gave birth to a baby for me. She must have the most beautiful eyes and face in the world, because she is your child and mine;

At the age of 29, our baby can walk a little, babble, open his mouth and say [dad, mom] with a smile;

Qingcheng, do you say our children should call their father or mother first?

Then we will quarrel over trifles and change diapers when the child wakes up in the middle of the night - I won't let you wake up.

At the age of 31, our children must be the smartest and the happiest;

Maybe at the age of 33, we will have another baby

45 years old

"Young master..."

The horse's eyes are red. Looking at the collapse of this room of more than 50 square meters, the walls on all sides have cracked, and the flames below are constantly climbing up

The room is full of choking smoke, wooden furniture and silk curtain, all burning madly

"Bang -"

Huge beams fell down and splashed gray dust.

"Wow -"

The tall glass was broken, and the flying glass debris splashed.

The big bed, like a huge ice stone on the glacier, floats helplessly and alone on it.

The bed curtain has burned out, and the black powder is constantly fluttering in the air

The horse's eyes are scarlet. Looking at the big bed, the woman in a white dress sleeps peacefully and closes her eyes. Her slender and thick eyelashes, sharp chin, her hands elegantly overlap on the slightly raised abdomen, and her dark lazy curls are scattered, like a blooming Black Lotus

The dress was a little too big. The horse recognized it. It was the wedding dress of Carol, the mother of Dongfang Shijin.

Next to her was a man in a dark black handmade suit with a dark purple shirt and a navy blue bow tie.