Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

She remembers the villa of Dongfang Shijin in China, where the back garden was not beautiful, but ye Qingcheng hated it very much at that time. Later, after leaving, ye Qingcheng knew that he even missed that time. He sat in the garden every day, even if he was doing a simple thing and eating fruit in the garden

Although Dongfang Shijin always forced her at that time, looking back, how much I missed her

Ye Qingcheng had angina pectoris, but he fell down at the door, hugged his knees and buried his face between his legs. When tears rolled down, he was silent

How I hope, looking up, Dongfang Shijin stood in the sunshine, smiled at her and stretched out a hand. Then he would stand there, waiting for her to run over and hold her

[Qingcheng is a dream. Now I wake up...]

[let's go, Qingcheng... I'll take you home...]

[Qingcheng, let's go... I'll take you home...]

[Qingcheng... Marry me...]

Ye Qingcheng cried stuffy. He could always feel that Dongfang Shijin was standing there, standing under the sun, smiling at her and extending a hand to her

Ye Qingcheng raised his tearful eyes and looked over there, but it was clear that there was no one

Dongfang Shijin is not here

Why is Dongfang Shijin here

The empty pain seems to be an abyss full of bottomless holes, and the nervous pain is so deep

In the gap of the ancient Roman carved column, the maid in the white one shoulder dress carried a tray with simple hair bun. They walked gracefully. The green plants on both sides of the cobblestone path shook slightly

At that time, the slender figure stood in front of the door. The afterglow of the sun elongated his shadow, but plated a layer of rich loneliness. He just stood there with one hand in the bag, and the sun cast a shadow on his side.

He stood there like a statue, vaguely hearing the repressed cry through the not thin door, obviously trying to bear it.

Such a thin door cut off the distance between them.

Less than 20 cm

20 cm, cut off the opportunity for him to embrace her.

Lucifer slowly picked up his steps, walked to the carving pole of ancient Rome next to him, took a small silver box from his pocket, smoked a cigarette, and lit the cigarette with the sound of the "pop" lighter box

He took a deep breath and exhaled a big smoke ring

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Time seems to pass slowly, but in the twinkling of an eye, I open my eyes every day and stare at a place in a daze. Five days have passed.

Dongfang Shijin sat on a recliner with a shady back and no sunshine. He just sat in the dark. On the small round table next to him was a crystal ashtray full of cigarette butts.

His hair was a little messy and long, but it was not trimmed. Even there was a light stubble on his face, which looked decadent. However, he was the Oriental world brocade. The innate evil cunning and arrogance still existed. He was like a wounded lion, resting somewhere.