Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng walked towards the other side with her nightdress. She was still wearing a pair of home cotton slippers on her feet. The cobblestone path chrome the center of her feet. The gentle wind brushed her cheek with large clusters of gentle flowers.

Ye Qingcheng walked along the cobblestone path. In the distance, there was a mini church with a pointed tower top, as if it were a wall made of pure stone. From here, you can see the semi arched glass windows. One corner of the wall outside the church was covered with dense vines, which spread up from the corner, and dotted with small broken flowers, which looked elegant.

In particular, the green lawn is dense, like a layer of furry green carpet, dotted with white broken flowers, which looks like a dream in a fairy tale.

On the top of the towers on both sides of the chapel are two small crosses.

There is a small piece of green moss in the corner of the church, but it doesn't look dilapidated. It seems to be a fairy tale scene illusory from the middle ages, deep and mysterious.

There is a small mini water table in front of the church. There are four angels playing on the water table. The water flows slowly from around them, forming a transparent water curtain to surround the angels. Because the weather today is very good, there is a faint water mist around the water lily. Even under the reflection of the sun, the water curtain has a thin rainbow.

This scene is really like a fairyland on earth.

Ye Qingcheng walked full along the path beside the lawn. She came to the door. The thick stone door had an ancient flavor.

Big Jinmao shook his tail and followed Ye Qingcheng with a smile, as if he was smiling proudly.

It seems to be asking her: do you think it's beautiful here?

Ye Qingcheng's heart beat faster inexplicably.

"Puff --"

"Puff --"

"Puff --"

Every moment is so clear.

Ye Qingcheng gently stretched out his hand. The carved lines of Shimen are particularly clear in the palm of his hand, with the warmth of the sun.

The moment I opened the door, the sun was everywhere. It seemed that all the scenes were covered with special effects, which was warm and misty.

The elegant and retro shrine, although simple, is elegant and holy. The cross inlaid on the wall seems to emit a warm orange halo all over the body.

On both sides, there are eight little western girls in small white skirts, blond hair and blue eyes, holding a handful of pink and bright red rose bouquets in their hands.

The long rows of wooden chairs in the back row were neat and empty.

The statue of the Lord fell on the walls around the church. Although the church is small, it gives people a sense of holiness from the bottom of their heart.

The light of the sun dispersed and shone through the semi arched glass windows on both sides of the wall. The fine dust particles can be clearly seen in the falling halo.

Under the high platform, a man in a straight suit stood there, wrapped in a pure black handmade suit with his perfectly proportioned figure, looking exceptionally tall.

At the moment when the door was opened, the thin and dense sun shone, and the Oriental world brocade just turned around. The warm sun carefully outlined his profound facial features, and a thick shadow fell on the bridge of his nose, making it more three-dimensional.

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