Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"You go out."

Ye Qingcheng went to the door of the bedroom and looked at the maid. She seemed to want to come in. She was a little tired and tight. She just wanted to have a good and quiet rest.

The maid nodded, "Miss ye, just call me if you have anything. I'll be at your door."

"OK."

Ye Qingcheng is really tired. This fatigue is not only physical, but also deep in his heart. He is very tired

Ye Qingcheng opened the door and almost collapsed. She raised her hand and turned on the lights on both sides of the wall. Warm orange spread all over the room. In the room, there was a simple tone of white and gray, a big gray round bed, and a luxurious and complex chandelier on the white ceiling.

She walked over and relaxed herself on the big bed. On the other side of the room was a large landing glass window. The ocean could be vaguely seen outside. There was also a small terrace on which a round and simple iron table and chair, a delicate vase and a rose were placed.

The railings on both sides are isolated. It should be the other two presidential suites.

Ye Qingcheng's long hair spread out on the bed. She closed her eyes slightly, but how could she think of the appearance of Dongfang Shijin just now.

That's how he walked, with a sharp and exclusive step, his dignity and publicity. He has always been like an emperor in the world.

He is perfect.

But he is also the Oriental brocade who is gentle to her alone.

[Qingcheng, marry me, I'll give you the life you want] in the dark night, he gently raised her chin. There was the same tenderness in those eyes, like a deep water, which absorbed Ye Qingcheng and never came out again. [Qingcheng, marry me, marry me four months later.]

In the dark room that day, he stretched out his hand and held her tightly. His pointed chin was against her shoulder socket. She could even feel his steady and warm breath

Quiet, warm.

It seems that they are the only ones left in the world.

The warm embrace surrounds her, she can only feel the warm temperature around her

[Qingcheng, I love you...]

[Qingcheng, how I want to pick all the stars in the sky for you, if you want...]

【……】

[Hello, Dongfang Shijin, do you like babies so much?]

[Qingcheng, I don't like children, but I only like your children...]

Time is like a pool of water. When a stone is thrown in, the memory rippling and ripples around again and again

Ye Qingcheng closed his eyes, as if he could see the semicircular glass house. Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, Aurora rippling like smoke in the sky, and stars were all over the sky

Dongfang Shijin holds her, the glass house is warm, and small glass candles are burning on the ground

[Dongfang Shijin, will I marry you?]

Yes, we'll have a wedding in four months

Then, ye Qingcheng could even see the empty big room that day, with painted cartoon patterns on the walls, giraffes, elephants and pandas sitting under big mushrooms.

When I opened the door, the ground was covered with thick carpets.

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