Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Well..."

She subconsciously turned her head and looked out at the sky. It was foggy gray blue, as if it were early morning.

All the trees have been trimmed into fluffy shapes, which seems to add a layer of mysterious and melodious temperament, as if it were an ancient castle in a fairy tale.

The path was winding and long, as if it had been extended to a mysterious place that could not be seen.

"It's five o'clock, miss."

The girl noticed what ye Qingcheng was thinking and answered for her, "Since last night, Lord bishop has been preparing to take you back... Now the carriage is waiting outside, and today's breakfast has been prepared in the castle. I don't know what kind of taste you like...? we have prepared lamb milk and today's fresh mutton for you... Every day we will buy the freshest meat and some eggs You should like it. "

“……”

The girl was very innocent and kept describing to Ye Qingcheng.

"OK."

Ye Qingcheng nodded lightly and moved slowly from the bed.

The maid helped her change her clothes, just a simple little skirt. It was a little cold in the morning in England, especially in the fog today. The maid specially put a cloak on her.

Ye Qingcheng's thoughts seemed to be blurred. She was also hazy in her head. The maid said this English with a strong British sound, and ye Qingcheng didn't have much heart to listen

In this way, as if she was not angry, she was led by the maid and walked slowly towards the front.

Passing by the ward of Dongfang Shijin, ye Qingcheng gently stopped outside the large transparent landing window.

The maid thought Ye Qingcheng had missed something and stood there in doubt.

But ye Qingcheng loosened the maid's hand and walked slowly forward. Standing in front of the window and on the big bed, Dongfang Shijin was sleeping, and the cup of milk was still there.

He slept well all night. He didn't wake up.

Ye Qingcheng's heart was bitter and astringent. Looking at the past face on the side of Dongfang Shijin, he was so thin.

She raised her hand and wanted to touch it, but her hand stopped on the glass, the cold glass.

Because of the temperature of her hands, there was a thin layer of mist.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were sour and astringent, as if they were hazy in front of her. She took a deep breath, took back the tears, and then raised her feet and walked towards the front

The maid looked at Ye Qingcheng. She had never experienced love, but she still saw such obvious admiration in Ye Qingcheng's eyes.

She could guess something in her mind.

But I can't figure it out by myself. After all, the woman she came to pick up today... Is Master Lu's fiancee.

Ye Qingcheng walked downstairs in such a hazy way.

The hall on the first floor is still a baroque classical and luxurious design, but the tone is obviously light.

Light gold, light blue

In the hall, several servants are carrying something.

Bishop was still in his dark blue housekeeper uniform, his hair was slightly golden, and he was wearing white gloves. He seemed to be directing something.

A slightly thin man stood there, a pure black dress, covered with a black cloak, a small circle of gold lace inlaid at the collar, and a layer of light black rabbit hair.

Very extravagant.