Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"There's nothing to talk about. Even if I made this choice, I've figured out how to go in the future. All you have to do is follow behind me and don't need to worry about anything." Dongfang Shijin took a step forward and turned over the messy bed, as if looking for something.

Ye Qingcheng just looked at him, turned inside the quilt and took out a coat, but ye Qingcheng's eyes were still sour - at this time, Dongfang Shijin was still worried about her cold and warm.

"Let's go. We should take advantage of these years to take a good walk, see the world and go more places with you." Dongfang Shijin took a step forward and put that coat on Ye Qingcheng. "Don't worry about everything."

"Dongfang Shijin..." Ye Qingcheng still wanted to say something.

"I don't believe he can pursue and kill all his life. See if he lives long or I live long," Dongfang Shijin stretched out his hand and gently touched Ye Qingcheng's lips. "His persistence is only five years at most."

"But..."

Ye Qingcheng looked into his eyes and always wanted to say something, but his eyes were so deep that ye Qingcheng couldn't say anything. Yes, this step has been taken out. How could there be a way back?

No matter what is going on ahead, they will go on.

After all, this step has been taken, and there is no room for maneuver.

Ye Qingcheng closed his eyes slightly.

At the next stop, ye Qingcheng didn't know where to go, but gave all the arrangements to Dongfang Shijin. Just before leaving, ye Qingcheng took Dongfang Shijin's hand and stood at the door of the house. Suddenly, he felt that this morning was like a dream.

The roses in front of the door are still in full bloom, the lawn is still green, but the original sunny weather is a little gloomy at the moment, and the rich woods behind seem to be depressed, forcing people to feel out of breath.

The clouds seemed to have been struck by thunder, with the color of dark clouds on the edge.

The small house seems to come out of the forest children's painting. All this is unreal, like a dream.

But ye Qingcheng clearly felt the warmth of his palm. Dongfang Shijin held her tightly. His hand was still warm and powerful. The ring on her hand was slightly chrome painful.

This little pain made Ye Qingcheng realize that all this is true.

Dongfang Shijin took her and left along the way they came. A small boat stopped there. The weather was gloomy, as if there would be pouring rain in the next moment. There was a feeling of moisture in the air, as if invisible tentacles tightened people's breathing a little.

Just like when I came, the small boat started slowly. The horse and the owner of the boat were on the deck, and ye Qingcheng and Dongfang Shijin were inside. Because the air was a little wet and cold, the weather became severe here. Dongfang Shijin held her shoulder and let her lean against her shoulder.

Ye Qingcheng looked at the gloomy sky outside with open eyes, as if it were dripping water. He could clearly hear the voice of the horse outside talking with the owner of the boat.

Ye Qingcheng felt a little cold, so he leaned in the arms of Dongfang Shijin.

"Is it cold?"

Dongfang Shijin noticed it and asked her in a low voice. His hands were a little cold. He still hugged Ye Qingcheng.

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