Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Today, the fog in Britain is very thick. It seems that all around is white

Why is the sky so pale? It seems that the sky is full of blood

Ye Qingcheng sat there empty, looking at his long white skirt, as if it was stained with bright red fog, and then bright red tentacles poured in from all directions

She fell and sat there, tears falling wantonly, as if the whole human world was blank

The horse reacted quickly and immediately ran towards the short foreign building behind him, and then a group of doctors in white uniforms ran out

The black velvet curtains inlaid with Phnom Penh fell, and the man's hands were white and bony.

It seemed that the light of the whole carriage stopped as he dropped the curtain.

"Young master..."

Bishop, who was sitting in front of the carriage, saw the scene and slightly lifted the curtain to look back.

Lucifer was wearing a black uniform inside and a black cloak outside. He was like a prince coming out of the night. He was silent and quiet. His face was perfect.

"Young master... You have a fever. Shall we go back now?" although the light was dark, bishop still noticed that Lucifer seemed different, especially his eyes became tired.

Bishop followed him for more than 20 years and knew what Lucifer's every move and even his eyes meant.

"Why don't I send someone to pick up Miss Ye later?"

"Yes."

Lucifer leaned against the soft back pillow as if he had answered carelessly and tired.

Bishop nodded slightly, closed the curtain and gave orders to the groom. The carriage started slowly, and the wooden roller made a slight sound on the floor, melodious and long.

Lucifer leaned there as if he were in deep water. He closed his eyes tired. The scene in front of him turned out to be the boundless fog just now. Ye Qingcheng ran past recklessly. He looked anxious like he had never seen before, especially when she ran past and hugged the body of Dongfang Shijin, It seems that it is deeply branded in his mind, how can it linger

Ye Qingcheng squatted on the ground and held the head of Dongfang Shijin tightly. His body seemed to have no strength. It slipped a little and became heavier

"Dongfang Shijin, you must wake up... Promise me not to sleep..."

This morning's misty and suddenly unreal, it seems that at this moment it becomes like a mirror, smashed by someone, and then reveals her most real appearance - bloody and bruised.

Ye Qingcheng is crying helplessly. The doctors haven't come out yet. Her hand tightly holds Dongfang Shijin.

"Dongfang Shijin... I won't leave you, ok..."

"Dongfang Shijin... You open your eyes and I promise you everything, okay..."

“……”

"Oriental world brocade..."

"Cough..."

When ye Qingcheng painfully closed his eyes, the man in his arms suddenly moved slightly.

Ye Qingcheng hurriedly opened her eyes. She saw that the eyes opened by Dongfang Shijin were full of red. It looked as if the next second, blood would overflow from inside. The ferocious and terrible red seemed to be red except black