Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Lucifer, dressed in black, had walked downstairs at this time, and his steps were very messy.

It's 6:30 pm. The sky in Britain is foggy and there is no moon.

The dark sky is terrible.

The thin and broken rain fell on Lucifer's cloak and his black hat.

This continuous drizzle makes people feel desolate.

The carriage was not ready yet, and there happened to be a servant standing under the curtain, arranging the saddle for a horse, which was obviously the horse Bishop had just rode back.

"Get off --"

Lucifer's action was fierce. He pushed away the horseboy standing there, turned over and mounted the horse neatly, and his action was fierce and handsome.

"Young master..."

Bishop had not yet come downstairs. He saw his young master driving away from the window. He leaned out and tried to call him.

But there was no response.

Bishop raised his hand and hit the windowsill hard. Then he ran downstairs quickly. The horseboy brought the carriage

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It seems that white snowflakes are floating all over the sky, and a large area of thick snow is scattered on the ground.

Byzantium's super luxurious grand theater, as well as Gothic pointed tower top buildings.

There is a layer of velvet snow on it, pure and white.

The angel sculptures in the street are light. The virgin kneels on the big water altar. The quiet water has condensed and a layer of transparent ice.

The sky was suppressed very low, as if it was gloomy and could not see the horizon. Even the buildings in the distance became faint and hazy.

But on both sides of the street, there are bright colored lights, exquisite and beautiful Christmas trees, under which there are many gift boxes and exquisite ribbons.

Bright red ribbons are tied into bows. Stockings of various colors are hung on the windows of street windows, which are full of candy and gifts.

But all these scenes, which should have been lively, look particularly bleak at the moment, with a thick layer of snow on the ribbon.

There was no one on the road.

It seems that all the colors in the world fade in an instant.

There is a string of footprints on the thick snow, extending in front.

[when the prosperity retreats, only the stars guide my return, and I will continue to run and return to my destination;

When you feel lonely and helpless, when you feel sad, I will rush to your side;

Falling in love with you, I want to take a boat of broken stars along the Milky way and ride the wind and waves to your dream

Qingcheng, you must not know. When I take you back here, every day, I lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain. The iron horse is you, and the glacier is you

I love you so deeply that I can't hide it,

Overflow from the pupil,

You know all my afterglow is you,

I love you most is that when you look over, you smile and look forward to our future in your eyes

Qingcheng, when I decide to spend the rest of my life with you, I hope the rest of my life will start as soon as possible...]

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[Qingcheng, are you ready to spend the rest of your life with me...?]