Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

It was so quiet that the sound of bullets on the gun could be heard.

Dongfang Shijin opened his eyes coldly. There was a cold and dark scene in front of him. There was a firm and ruthless light in his eyes.

"Click -"

Dongfang Shijin loaded the gun and just put it into his waist.

"Knock knock -"

Suddenly, a few regular knocks came from the closed door.

Ma Zai and Gina all touched the pistol at their waist. The air was extremely tense at this moment. After all, at this time, everyone's nerves are tense!

"Who is it?"

Ma Zai's hand was on the pistol at his waist. Dongfang Shijin's eyes stared at the door coldly and fiercely, like the green light of a lone wolf.

"Brother, it's me," but there came a lazy voice, which sounded a little cold. "It's 6:30 now, and the banquet has begun to warm up. How can we lose the hero on such an important occasion?"

As soon as the horse heard the voice over there, he was slightly relieved, while the Oriental world brocade frowned.

Ma Zai took a look at the Oriental world brocade. With the permission of his eyes, he turned on the light next to the wall.

For a moment, the warm orange waiting light poured down, and the whole big and luxurious room was covered with this light.

Luxury, dream, tranquility.

The horse stepped forward slightly and unscrewed the door handle.

Dongfang Shiyu leaned against the door. In his pure white suit, there was a same white vest, straight and clean, with white background and baby light blue stripes. His whole person was clean as if he were a sudden prince, but his blue eyes were lazy and more uninhibited.

Behind him, followed by four knights wearing pure iron armor. The magnificent helmets only showed their eyes, which looked even more terrible.

Ma Zi's eyebrows also tightened. Dongfang Shiyu ascended the hall. There must be something wrong?

I don't know why, Ma Zai always has a bad intuition in his heart, but due to the identity of Dongfang Shiyu, Ma Zai still slightly stepped back.

Dongfang Shiyu raised his eyes, glanced obliquely at the horse, leaned sideways from the side, swaggered in, sat down on the large court sofa next to him, and gracefully cocked up his legs.

"Click -"

He found a silver box from his pocket. The patterns carved on it were cumbersome. There were four ancient cigars in it. He took one at random, touched a lighter box with the other hand, lit his cigar, leaned forward and put the box on the glass tea table in front.

"What's up?"

Dongfang Shijin stood there, walked towards this side, looked down at Dongfang Shiyu, thin lips, cold and ruthless, with the momentum of Dongfang Shijin.

"Nothing," Dongfang Shiyu sat leisurely on the sofa with one hand on the back of the sofa. The corner of the light blue handkerchief appeared in his chest pocket and folded into elegant flowers.

"Today is my brother's wedding banquet. My sister-in-law is waiting for you at the wedding banquet alone. I'll see what I'm doing. It's not over yet. You know, in a moment... My father will be over," Dongfang Shiyu took down his cigar in one hand and smiled charming, "And the most important thing is that there is still a vote for inheritance today. I'll stop by to see how brother is preparing?"

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