Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"OK." Ye Qingcheng thought his words had some special meaning, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

Before she could say anything more, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Young master, the plane is going to land here." the bodyguard in white uniform came in and saluted respectfully.

"HMM." Dongfang Shijin answered and added, "just land on the edge of the city, prepare a car, and you'll follow."

"Young master, what do you mean..."

"I don't need you to follow." Dongfang Shijin also knows that ye Qingcheng attaches great importance to this trip. After all, ye Qingcheng has never stepped out of the castle since he arrived in Britain.

"OK." the bodyguard has no objection.

After they got off the plane, it was obviously a private apron. There were only a few small white planes and some helicopters parked on the runway.

There is a black Land Rover parked next to it.

Dongfang Shijin held Ye Qingcheng's hand and opened the door for her.

Ye Qingcheng sat in with his lips closed. Dongfang Shijin drove, and all the bodyguards were in the car behind, following them from a distance.

"Where do you want to go? Westminster Abbey? Buckingham Palace garden? Big Ben?" Dongfang Shijin started the car, and his handsome side face was coated with a soft halo by the sun.

"Compared with these scenic spots... I'd better go to ordinary places with you first." Ye Qingcheng looked at the scenery outside the window, the green lawn. Britain is a country that pays more attention to greening. There are dense green everywhere and some ancient street sculptures, "for example, we can go shopping..."

"Yes." Dongfang Shijin thought about it. "There is a famous snack street and Chinatown. There are many snacks in it... It should be a good choice."

"OK." Ye Qingcheng has no objection.

The car was quiet. Dongfang Shijin raised his hand and turned on the music. It was a soft and gentle light music. Ye Qingcheng heard it as soon as he heard it. This is the baby piano music bought by Dongfang Shijin before. It is said to relieve the mood of pregnant women.

Ye Qingcheng was a little ashamed.

"Which country do you want to go to in the future?" Dongfang Shijin drove the car with a magnetic voice.

Ye Qingcheng turned his head and the car just drove into the urban area. There are ancient buildings on both sides and iron railings. There are some copper sculptures every few meters.

There are even three or five foreign youths performing in the streets. They hold guitars and accordions, just like a folk band formed by themselves, singing a happy song, and some people around the street are watching.

"Maybe it's Italy?" Ye Qingcheng leaned against the window with a slight smile on his lips. "In fact, seriously... I like the buildings there very much. It looks very grand and romantic. Milan is the capital of fashion..."

In fact, in western countries, the streets are very romantic. For example, such street artists are common. Coupled with the unique architectural characteristics of the west, they are indeed very popular with women.

"Italy?" the Oriental world brocade seems to be thinking, "don't you like Denmark? It's more pastoral."

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