Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"There must be a needle here... Or give me a knife... No, it can't go on like this..." Ye Qingcheng is almost like a frightened deer, and even some Jedi hope to meet life. She stretched out her hand and held the horse tightly with her cold hand, "you see he has shed so much blood..."

"No, Miss ye," Ma Zai's eyes turned red. He looked at Ye Qingcheng and said goodbye slightly. His eyes were sour. He was repressed by the relay, but he clearly felt Ye Qingcheng's cold hand but with great strength, "Miss ye, you are still pregnant. Last time you took so much blood, you almost moved your vitality. If now... Now is not better than before, now we can't take care of you. In the Oriental family, you can recover after taking blood. If now... We really can't ensure the safety of your mother and son, if you let the young master know He said, "I'm going to trade you two's... For his life. Do you think there's any meaning? No..."

"Right now!" but ye Qingcheng didn't want to hear the rest of what Ma Zai said. "I can't just watch Dongfang Shijin coma here. You don't see how much blood he has shed... If it goes on like this, do you think there is any meaning!"

"..." Ma Zi was silent and didn't go to see ye Qingcheng. He, a man in his thirties, experienced many life and death, but felt the kind of despair from the bottom of his heart at this moment.

"You don't do it, do you?"

Ye Qingcheng's hand still clung to the horse's wrist. She couldn't feel how strong she was.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were red, but his eyes were wide open. The surrounding air was condensing a little. Ye Qingcheng clearly heard the outside wind blowing in through the gap between the window and the door frame. This autumn wind made people cold from the bottom of my heart.

Her body was cold.

She heard the sound of the waves outside, the sound of the wind roaring in, and the sound of the waves knocking on the ship.

But I couldn't hear the breath of the Oriental world brocade.

I can't hear the heartbeat of Dongfang Shijin.

I can't hear everything about oriental world brocade.

In the blur, ye Qingcheng seems to see the Oriental world brocade holding her like that, the snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the green streamer in the sky is constantly fluctuating

[ye Qingcheng, marry me in four months...]

[ye Qingcheng, I love you. You are the only woman I love in my life...]

[Qingcheng, I love you...]

[I love you...]

Time seemed to overlap in a moment. Through the flowing mist, ye Qingcheng even remembered that day. When they were still in China, Dongfang Shijin held her, the fireworks roared outside the window, and the handwriting appeared in the sky

I picked the roses and copied the routine of chasing you, but the heart of loving you is true...]

In addition, the Oriental world brocade leaned obliquely against the door with a charming smile on its lips and stretched out a hand to her

[Qingcheng... I love you...]

[Qingcheng, I love you...]

[if there is another future, will you still follow me without hesitation?]

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