Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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.

The tall and straight man squatted there, in front of an assembled Trojan horse.

Next to him, there are two small baby shakers.

There are cartoon dolls on the ground.

Simple but warm.

At that time, in the underground castle, Dongfang Shijin still built a small nursery for their baby. The dolls in it were the simplest, and even ye Qingcheng sewed them by hand.

Ye Qingcheng's heart was a little tight and couldn't help crying——

Their baby is gone.

A month ago, they were still holding hands. Ye Qingcheng was still leaning in his arms Thinking about the future life. Although it was hard, as long as they loved each other, their family was warm

But in the twinkling of an eye, everything was broken.

The children are gone.

The Oriental world brocade is gone.

Everything seems to be painted with a symbol of stillness.

Dongfang Shijin is still superior. Even for him, everything has returned to the origin. It is mu Enron, the daughter of a jeweler, elegant and noble, like a princess in a fairy tale.

He is the Oriental world brocade. He is the prince.

Isn't that what happened in the fairy tale? In the end, the prince and the princess lived happily in everything. The girl the prince met in the forest eventually had to say goodbye.

In the past, ye Qingcheng thought that as long as two people fell in love, nothing was a problem, but now it is obvious that ye Qingcheng is wrong.

The prince will be with the princess after all.

Ye Qingcheng was lying in bed with severe angina pectoris, but she didn't want to cry again. She buried her face tightly in the pillow and held it hard.

Sometimes, some grievances can only be borne by yourself.

Ye Qingcheng feels bad.

But I can only feel uncomfortable in silence.

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In the presidential suite on the other side.

Dongfang Shijin went to the bedroom. Ma Zi followed him and handed over the prepared materials. Seeing that Dongfang Shijin didn't want to take over at all, he had to report to him himself, "Young master, I hope you can take down the business investment with Mr. brewer, worth US $1.5 billion, and have been involved in the oil industry in recent years. Mr. brewer's Aowei group started with oil and later developed the construction industry, investment industry, financial industry and entertainment industry. My master has always wanted to cooperate with Mr. brewer, But I'm not optimistic about his emerging industry... "

“……”

Dongfang Shijin opened the French window and went out directly. When the glass window opened, it made a slight sound.

When the horse looked up, he saw that the Oriental world brocade had gone out, standing tall in the dark, with ink splashed outside.

The sea breeze is a little fishy and salty.

He stood there, leaning slightly against the railing, and took out a silver cigarette box from his pocket.

"Click -"

The sound of cigarette box opening.

"Bata -"

The sound of fire box collision.

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