Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

He returned to China without hesitation. He was still looking for it a few days ago. How could he accept that such a living person disappeared like this?

He locked himself up in this villa and sat in this bedroom all day, because the breath they lived here was so fresh.

He still remembers when ye Qingcheng wakes up from this big bed every day, opens his eyes and smiles at him. He also remembers that ye Qingcheng is wearing his big white shirt, loose, carrying a glass of milk and smiling waiting for him to wake up.

Those days were like a huge fog, which firmly shrouded the Oriental brocade.

On the knee of Dongfang Shijin is a photo album with handwritten words written by Ye Qingcheng on the cover.

He sat at the window, his face expressionless, but the great sadness in his eyes was clear.

The maid behind the horse silently came up to clean the scattered things on the ground.

He sat here because he could see the whole villa from the view here. If one day ye Qingcheng lost or Ye Qingcheng came back, as long as she was close to the door of the villa, he would know immediately.

But throughout the year, she never had any news, just like the evaporation of the world.

"Young master..." the horse whispered, and his voice seemed a little abrupt in this space. "Young master, it's been a year... You should go back to England today. Today is Lucifer's wedding banquet..."

The man sat there, his white shirt was loose, and the scars on his chest could be seen faintly.

His profile lines are as deep as ever, colder than the cold outside in early autumn. Autumn in China has always been colder than autumn in Britain.

The wind was blowing outside, and the Wutong leaves were floating around.

Downstairs was a bench. It seemed that ye Qingcheng was wearing his shirt. It was late at night. She walked in front, slightly raised her head and looked at the night outside. Leaning on his shoulder, they looked at the night outside.

Now, with a slight turn of sight, the sky outside is gray, and there is no figure of her at all.

Dongfang Shijin didn't say a word, but was silent.

"Young master, it's been a year. You can't just sit here..." the horse doesn't know what else to say in this dull silence, because the Oriental world brocade really can't listen to anything in this situation.

"Young master..."

The horse opened his mouth. Finally, he could only hand over the invitation in his hand and put it on the knee of Dongfang Shijin. "Young master... If you want to go, just come out and tell me. The plane has been outside."

Ma Zai said it briefly.

The golden invitation is a pure western style, luxurious gold plating. The design of the invitation is very exquisite. The position of the cover is an oval hollow, which is engraved with countless retro patterns. It can be seen vaguely that the next is a photo, a photo of a woman's side face.

Dongfang Shijin has been looking into the distance. Her eyes moved slightly and gently moved the invitation. Her slender fingers opened. In the folder inside, it is indeed a picture of a woman. She is wearing a white wedding dress, her back is hollowed out, and the V word extends to her hips. She can clearly see her perfect body line.

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