Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Children

Escape for a lifetime

Once upon a time, in the dark and broken little house and the dark sea outside, Dongfang Shijin held her hand tightly and comforted her firmly in the dark

The proud man lived a desperate life like that, and it was all because of a woman.

Moreover, even after so many days of suffering, there is still no end.

On the contrary, their children were gone, and Dongfang Shijin almost died there.

Love should not pay such a high price.

Even if love is selfish, we should not gamble on such consequences, or even on life.

Such a life in exile is really too painful.

Ye Qingcheng's hand seemed to feel the cold of the railing.

The whole body of Dongfang Shijin was bitterly cold, but it seemed that he couldn't feel it. When he opened his eyes, the cold pool water almost made him lose his visual ability.

He opened his eyes and searched hard at the bottom of the blurred pool.

That ring is so small

The limbs are torn cold.

[Dongfang Shijin, I'm all around you. You can fall at any time...]

Ye Qingcheng's eyebrows and eyes were curved. When she said this, her eyes seemed to have the brightest light, flashing.

[Dongfang Shijin, my favorite person in the world is you...]

Ye Qingcheng smiled slightly.

The world in front of us is like a kaleidoscope, with Ye Qingcheng's faces in all directions.

But now, ye Qingcheng is leaving.

But Dongfang Shijin is inexplicably persistent. He thinks that as long as he finds the ring, he can find her forever and let her be by his side forever.

Forever.

Dongfang Shijin suddenly felt the same hope, but now his mind suddenly became blurred and his limbs began to become stiff

The little ring lay at the bottom of the pool like nothing had happened.

Dongfang Shijin suddenly moved his lips, stretched out his hand with all his strength, and clutched the small ring in the palm of his hand.

Ye Qingcheng stood on the bank. The cleaning aunt seemed to see something strange in the pool. There was a white nightgown floating on the eating surface. She ran to the side of the pool and seemed to get close to check. Then she saw the people under the pool

Ye Qingcheng's hand tightly clung to the railing, tried to curb the desire - hope to rush down, and took a deep breath. It was just dawn in the distance.

It's gray and can't see anywhere.

At the moment when ye Qingcheng turned around, the glass floor to ceiling window opposite her and the thick gray wool curtain moved slightly. Across a distance, he could still vaguely see a figure standing there.

The figure stood there like that. His face was carved like a knife. Through the blurred light and shadow in the distance, he could vaguely see a layer of light cyan stubble on his lips.

He stood there. There were Baroque luxury furnishings in the room. There was a small table in the back, a scarlet tassel tablecloth, a wooden tray on it, and a cup of black tea slowly filled with fog.

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