Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Dongfang Shijin tightly pinched her chin. At that moment, Dongfang Shijin seemed to see that almost two years ago, in the room of which villa, the fireworks outside were gorgeous. He was in the room, and the light was burning in the sky. Ye Qingcheng stood behind him that day, but her eyes were staring at the sky outside, and her lips bent with a smile

[ye Qingcheng, I love you very much...]

[Qingcheng...]

[roses are planted by others. I learned the routine from others, but the heart of loving you is true...]

[Qingcheng...]

[ye Qingcheng...]

"Patter -"

Another drop of tears fell on the back of his hand and suddenly broke. Dongfang Shijin suddenly woke up.

Ye Qingcheng bit his lower lip tightly, which was already a little white.

The heart of Dongfang Shijin was suddenly stabbed by a sword.

He suddenly released his hand.

Ye Qingcheng didn't respond at all, but at the moment he let go, her hands on both sides of her body suddenly clenched, and Dongfang Shijin didn't look away. Of course, she noticed the slight change of Ye Qingcheng.

Why does he still care so much about her every move?

Even... Even at this moment, his heart is like a knife.

Dongfang Shijin looked at her, but she was silent. She would rather send out that heartbreaking sob alone than say a word.

Dongfang Shijin said goodbye. The wheelchair suddenly slid aside. It was originally due to the folds of the carpet. At this moment, ye Qingcheng, who had been like a puppet, suddenly stretched out her hand. Her hand was gently lifted up. Dongfang Shijin's wheelchair just moved slightly. His face came to the side and saw Ye Qingcheng's hand stretched out and stopped in mid air.

Touched his cuff.

The dead heart was as fresh as it was at this moment.

Her hand only lifted up for a few seconds and fell down quickly.

Dongfang Shijin was quick eyed and quickly grasped Ye Qingcheng's hand.

Her hands were still covered with delicate lace gloves.

Ye Qingcheng's hand seemed to have no strength. Maybe it was because he had been sitting outside for a long time. The hand of Dongfang Shijin was cold and still held her hand tightly.

"Ye Qingcheng -"

Dongfang Shijin gnashed his teeth and almost yelled at her.

Her hands are very cold. Through that thin layer of lace gloves, Dongfang Shijin can even feel her slender hands.

He didn't let go.

Ye Qingcheng's body still did not have any reaction as usual, but his fingers moved slightly when Dongfang Shijin grabbed her.

"Or silence?"

A pair of dark pupils of Dongfang Shijin have some faint congestion, and there are strong blood filaments in their eyes.

Her eyes moved slightly and slowly lifted up, as if to look at him, but there was no focus in those eyes. The light was dim, and her pupils were clear and clearly reflected his face.

"Yes, of course you can choose to remain silent, just like you disappeared without a trace all year round," Dongfang Shijin released her hand, the mood in her dark eyes was turbulent, and gradually calmed down, "of course you can remain silent to me forever."

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