Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng's black hair shook slightly in the air.

"Ye Qingcheng, I won't let you go."

Dongfang Shijin seems to have finally predicted something, but this prediction is no accident.

His voice is low, even a little hoarse, with the slight coolness of the night, with a touch of softness, which is distressing softness.

"Oriental world brocade, it's over... Today, it's over."

Ye Qingcheng's voice seemed to float from a distant place, desolate and weak, like a thin piece of paper in the wind.

There was no sound in the back.

be quiet.

Only the sound of the sea breeze blowing across the sea, and the sound of the smashing of the waves.

Ye Qingcheng gently closed her eyes and felt like a trance for a moment. The whole world would fall apart before her eyes.

Her eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes.

A misty light.

Can't see the distance.

I want to cry, but I have to press it down alive.

Ye Qingcheng gently turned around and was about to walk past the Oriental world brocade.

Dongfang Shijin stood there like a wax statue frozen in the cold winter. Ye Qingcheng didn't even have the courage to look up at him.

It seems that every copy around us is suddenly frozen every second.

The sound of heart collapse became clearer and clearer.

Just when ye Qingcheng thought she would go away like this, her arm was finally grasped by someone.

"Qingcheng, don't go."

His voice is not big, but it is hoarse, and even a little thin

With such a sentence, it fully poked Ye Qingcheng's heart.

Ye Qingcheng could hardly hold back her tears.

"Let go of me, Dongfang Shijin..." Ye Qingcheng's voice is a little fragile, more like a low voice. Dongfang Shijin is holding her tightly without loosening. Ye Qingcheng closes his eyes and wakes himself up. "Dongfang Shijin... Listen, it's over today... There's no point in our going on like this..."

"Do you love me, Qingcheng."

Dongfang Shijin suddenly raised his head. He didn't use questions, but a statement

-Do you love me, Qingcheng?

-How can I not love you.

I-love-you, from the first sight i-saw-you-until-my-last-day

The corners of Ye Qingcheng's mouth just moved gently, and no matter how much deep love turned into silence.

Dongfang Shijin watched Ye Qingcheng turn around slowly, as if her hair touched his arm slowly, and then left little by little

Dongfang Shijin suddenly stretched out his hand and tightly grasped Ye Qingcheng's hand.

Ten fingers suddenly clasped.

Ye Qingcheng was cold all over, and the hot temperature came from the palm of her hand.

"Ye Qingcheng, we were married. You have married me." Dongfang Shijin's voice was a little dumb, even with a fear of loss

Dongfang Shijin tightly hooped her slender fingers, and the ring hurt slightly.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were suddenly wet.

[Qingcheng, marry me...]

[ye Qingcheng, marry me...]

[marry me...]

The memories of that scene are like an open gate. They can't stop