Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

At first glance, it looks like a man Drifting on the sea for a long time.

The man turned around, raised his hand and pulled off his hair - it was a wig.

Then, in Ye Qingcheng's surprised eyes, he pulled off his beard again. He even slowly untied his face and walked down. Just for a moment, ye Qingcheng saw the horse's fall.

"That's not --" Ye Qingcheng watched the horse disappear from the deck. It seemed that he went down the steps and entered the underground warehouse.

"HMM." Dongfang Shijin didn't deny it, but he stood up with Ye Qingcheng in his arms. Ye Qingcheng saw that although the room was not very big, it was very warm.

There are two large wooden cabinets in the corner. There are some small photos in the glass frame above the cabinet, and some messy documents in some small grids below.

A small mosaic carpet in the middle, two small sofas, a few compasses on the low tea table, and a few scattered thick books look like some logbooks, on which there are many ships and some compasses.

From a small window in the middle of the two cabinets, there is darkness, but in the faint light, you can see a small iron bed, which is obviously the design of a bedroom.

He opened a cabinet door with his hand and took out a small pile of clothes. There were not many clothes in it, so there were only two or three sets of clean clothes.

It should be used by people who used to live on this ship.

Ye Qingcheng put down the Oriental world brocade bar, frowned slightly, looked at her bare feet, and held her back on the carpet.

Dongfang Shijin opened those clothes. It was a thin dark red sweater that was a little wide. The sweater was hand crocheted. Every stitch was very neat. There was a white shirt in it. It looked very wide. It was equipped with a pair of beige pants.

And a pair of thick patterned woolen socks and a pair of slippers.

Dongfang Shijin frowned. These clothes look like a man, and the man's height is not particularly high, but it should be about 172, but his clothes will still be very fat for ye Qingcheng.

The beautiful eyebrows of the Oriental world brocade are a little depressed.

"Do you think Jame Luke is dead?" Ye Qingcheng's consciousness was obviously not on these clothes. She raised her head and looked at Dongfang Shijin. She already had the answer in her heart, but she just wanted to be sure again.

Another man died.

"Yes."

Dongfang Shijin answered and opened the white shirt to have a look.

“……”

Ye Qingcheng didn't know what to say, and another man died

101 people.

Her heart is a little blocked, but she can't do anything - after all, things have happened and Dongfang Shijin has made plans. Although she feels very sorry, what's more, if they don't leave now, those talents will die in vain.

She can do nothing but remember today and offer sacrifices to them every year in the future.