Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Temperament is as like as two peas.

"Is that...?"

"It's the Oriental world brocade, Aubrey?"

"It's not like that, is it?"

"Aubrey hasn't been in England for more than a year. Now he suddenly comes back... Because of Master Lu's wedding banquet?"

"Or maybe it's Master Lu's newly married wife? It's said that it looks like master Dongfang's dead lover..."

People talked about it, but they still made way for the Oriental world brocade.

He was silent, but the powerful natural gas field still existed. His presence here made the air cold.

The sound of the wheelchair rubbing against the floor was subtle.

He appeared in front of her, her eyes drooping slightly, like a soulless puppet.

Dongfang Shijin is only 1 meter away from her. Her heart shrinks violently. She has a fuzzy white veil. She sits there with a faint aroma of wild roses. Across three layers of European gauze, he can see her faint face, pointed chin, smart eyes, and drooping eyelashes. It is clearly Ye Qingcheng's appearance, but it looks like, But it is quieter than ye Qingcheng, and has a... Mature woman's breath than ye Qingcheng.

Dongfang Shijin sat in front of her like that. Her hand still kept that elegant posture and stretched out in the air, as if waiting for him to kiss.

The light of lace gloves and diamond rings stabbed the heart of Dongfang Shijin.

The surrounding air was quiet enough to hear their breathing clearly.

Dongfang Shijin raised her hand and took down the butterfly shaped crystal clip on her hair.

The veil is loose, like a slow motion, floating down slowly

Her hair moved slightly, soft and curly.

The aroma of wild roses tore the heart of Oriental world brocade like an invisible hand.

He will never forget his face and looked for someone for a year. It was her grand wedding with another person. At that time, he sat foolishly in their castle for a whole year, waiting for her to go home.

Throughout the year, she was like a princess, and he was down.

Hell to heaven, heaven to hell.

A line, a year.

The cold thin lips of Dongfang Shijin suddenly put on a cold smile. He raised his hand and gently touched her hand.

He bowed his head and kissed the back of her hand with his thin lips.

“Congratulations，for-your-new-marriage。”

Congratulations, happy wedding

newmarriage。

A new marriage.

Dongfang Shijin put down her hand. The vast fundus of his eyes was like the collapse of emotion. The memories between them were like being blown away by a hurricane. Ye Qingcheng's face turned into a sad look at the bottom of his heart

[Dongfang Shijin, I will never leave you...]

[Dongfang Shijin, do you know that meeting you is the luckiest thing for me...]

[I don't have any dreams. What if I really want to be serious... I want to live like this with you. It's good to go anywhere. It's good to have you...]

[Dongfang Shijin, promise me not to go...]

Happy, warm, sad

Her hand was unconsciously put down. Dongfang Shijin turned her wheelchair and left in another direction.

It's cold.

Ma Zai followed the Dongfang Shijin and looked at Ye Qingcheng with no expression and no emotion.

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