Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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.

When he looked over, the two-way cold eyes were clearly softened by the warm light, as if there were fine light

On his side stood a priest in a white robe, with a cross chain on his chest, and a thick Bible in his hand

This is obviously a simple wedding, but because of the dazzling Oriental world brocade, it was not lost at the Oriental family banquet that day

There is no luxury of all kinds of exquisite cakes, no noble women wearing gorgeous Rococo skirts, no all kinds of gentlemen in full dresses, and no so many rules and constraints

Ye Qingcheng knows that although the wedding is simple, objectively speaking, it will not even conform to the Oriental world brocade, ye Qingcheng knows that although the wedding is simple, all the details are so attentive that it should be the best wedding that the Oriental world brocade can give her.

Wedding.

Their wedding.

Ye Qingcheng, four months, let's get married

Let's get married...]

[ye Qingcheng, when are you going to marry me

[ye Qingcheng, marry me...]

At this moment, it seemed that all around him had been pressed the rest button. Ye Qingcheng couldn't hear anything. He could only see Dongfang Shijin standing there and smiling at her. That smile appeared on his face. It was so handsome

Ye Qingcheng's eyes suddenly sour, a layer of tears slightly dense, misting Ye Qingcheng's vision. She walked slowly forward, and the priest and the little flower children watched her.

There is also the horse standing at the back. The horse is also wearing a suit today. He smiled and looked at Ye Qingcheng coming.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps

Obviously, the church is so small that ye Qingcheng seems to feel that he walked so fast and took a long time

Finally, she stood beside him in the soft eyes of Dongfang Shijin.

There seems to be a sound of dust settling.

Ye Qingcheng feels really in a trance. She hasn't made any psychological preparations yet, so on today's Day

“Mr.DongFangShiJin，Will-you-give-yourself-to-YeQingcheng，to-be-her-husband，to-live-with-her-according-to-the-God's-word？Will-you-love-her，comfort-her，honour-her-and-protect-her？And-for-asking-others，be-faithfulto-her，so-long-asyou-both-shall-live？”

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