Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"No one can threaten me, Mu Enron," Dongfang Shijin narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance, "even including his father."

“……”

Mu Enron stood there, took a deep breath and tried to hold back his grievances.

"Woo -"

"Woo -"

"Woo -"

A dull horn came from a distance. Then, you can see that the horn hands in the distance raised their horns one by one and carried them on their shoulders. The people behind them blew hard, one after another

Cut through the sky.

The crowd whispering around suddenly calmed down, raised their heads and looked into the distance.

On the misty horizon, dark black horseshoes appeared in the distance.

Pure black horses, valiant horses, horses with brown belts around their necks, gold bells under the belts, and the bells made a clear sound.

The first is a riding team composed of 12 horses, followed by four black cool Harley motorcycles, with motorcyclists closely following the team.

The crowds on both sides took off their hats one after another.

In the middle, a hollowed out carriage made of pure gold is decorated with scarlet gemstones, holy pearls, forest blue agate, dark and shiny Obsidian

The brownish red silk curtains are pulled up. The man sitting inside is in his 40s, but he looks very young. His deep face and generous and amorous smile are just right. It is cold-blooded, but it clearly makes people feel a little close.

He was wearing a luxurious dress, handmade of black linen, with a pattern of wild roses embroidered with black fine thread at the neck.

He sat there. The plate ring on his thumb was a dark green gem, shining brightly under the halo.

At that time, beside him sat a woman with a pointed chin like a doll, and her long dark chestnut hair was woven into a loose twist on her left shoulder.

She was wearing a long light blue dress with a crossed front.

She is very beautiful, white skin, full and beautiful lips.

But there was no smile in her eyes.

"Shareen, you are rigid when you don't laugh. I don't like your straight face."

Master Dongfang looked out and seemed to be smiling, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

He nodded slightly, as if he were a king high above.

"You don't like to let me get off here, and I don't like to sit in the same carriage with you." Xilin's face was tight, but her eyes were cold, and she didn't seem to want to talk at all.

"Don't you suffer much from your cold appearance?" master Dongfang finally slowly turned back his face. Opposite him was a white jade carving table with a jade teapot on it.

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