Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

He just sat on the sofa, his breath was cold, his slender fingertips flashed a little scarlet, and there was a faint smell of tobacco in the air.

She doesn't like the smell.

The eyes of those pupils were cold and deep, as if they made people fall into the ice cave for a moment.

Thinking of her nightmare, she dreamed that he was doing that to her next to a wedding

The bustling crowd around

It's a holy wedding

She could not help shivering.

The Oriental world brocade is in the dark, and its eyes are cloudy and sunny.

The dark light enveloped his face, and the gloomy feeling was even stronger.

Just now, she had been sleeping deeply, like dreaming of something bad. Xiumei frowned, her lips were a little white, cracked and skinned.

He kept wiping her lips with a towel soaked in warm water.

It seemed that these things could have been the work of a maid, but seeing her so fragile, he didn't trust others to take care of her.

He had a panoramic view of the panic, tranquility, warmth and all kinds of expression changes on her face.

He didn't know what she dreamed of.

The heart is dull and painful, as if a bunch of thunder cut through the sky on a cloudy summer night.

After half a ring, Dongfang Shijin finally got up and pressed the inside line. Several maids put the exquisite tray on the bedside table and went down by themselves.

Dongfang Shijin rubbed out his cigar and watched Ye Qingcheng stare at somewhere.

His face was a little gloomy. He still walked over. He raised his hand slightly and pressed somewhere. A small table rose from the side of the bed.

Dongfang Shijin sat by the bed and put the porridge on the tray on the small table one by one.

Red jujube glutinous rice porridge, Astragalus chicken juice porridge, Qi jujube ginseng egg porridge, ginger barley porridge and so on.

The small table can't be opened, and there are some other ingredients on the bedside table.

None of them is blood tonic.

Ye Qingcheng's face was very bad. One was because of his aunt's pain, but because of what he had done before.

Humiliate her in front of so many people, even her relatives.

Does this make him particularly happy?

And now what?

Care after humiliation?

"Are you better?"

His voice was a little dumb, because he had been waiting for her to wake up. He didn't even drink water.

My heart has been shrouded in anxiety.

Why does dysmenorrhea need to sleep so long?

He thought it was something else in his heart, but the doctor said it was just that dysmenorrhea was more serious at ordinary times, and his physique was weak.

Raise your hand and touch her forehead. Ye Qingcheng subconsciously hides behind.

Warm palm, her forehead a fine cold sweat.

"Have a nightmare?" he asked. His voice was clear and cool, low alcohol and stable, with his innate coolness and deep seclusion.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes seemed to lose focus and stared at a place empty. The carved angel on the wall was somewhat similar to the angel in the dream.

The angel pulls the arrow of love.

Next to the two angels embrace each other, floating in the sky, looking up

The wild roses below are in full bloom.

She never said a word.

[you can see who the man in front of you is...]

[boom -]

The collapsed wedding fell apart like a broken wall.

The man who pressed on him became the face of the devil

Eyes gradually focus

"I'm not in good health. Take some supplements," said Dongfang Shijin. His voice was still the same. He stared at her with a pale face.