Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"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."

His hand let go, and her hand fell straight on the soft bed like a kite with a broken line.

In the darkness, there was a faint light burning in the eyes of Dongfang Shijin.

I don't know what I'm looking forward to?

She was like an empty doll without a clue.

"Yes, I shouldn't have such a little hope for you. Ye Qingcheng, you always make me love and hate." Dongfang Shijin looked at her now, and the corners of her lips pulled slightly. The curved radian seemed to be mocking herself and the vivid past. "Happy wedding, ye Qingcheng."

The wheelchair crossed the floor, and there was only a slight sound. His figure was plated with a halo by the light of fireworks outside, and slowly submerged in the dark.

Ye Qingcheng sat on the big bed like that, and her tears kept rolling down after Dongfang Shijin left. Her eyelashes trembled, her crystal bright eyes closed slowly, and her body seemed to suddenly empty its strength and fell on the big bed like that.

Dongfang Shijin slowly came out of the room and stopped at the corner of the corridor. The light was luxurious gold. The scarlet curtains fell on both sides of the corridor, all of which were photos of Ye Qingcheng.

Her face turned slightly sideways. She sat in the back garden with the red roses in hand.

She was wearing a dress full of diamonds. Under the light, there was no smile on her face, but she was breathtaking.

Her eyes and eyebrows are his favorite appearance.

Ye Qingcheng

Dongfang Shijin forcibly closed his eyes, but the tip of his nose felt the breath of Ye Qingcheng.

Happy wedding.

His hand resting on the armrest of the wheelchair clenched hard

More than ten minutes later, Lucifer was talking to people on the first floor, but he was still worried about ye Qingcheng. Finally, he found an excuse to go upstairs.

There was no one above the spiral staircase on the sixth floor. It was quiet. This narrow silence made Lucifer feel a little confused.

Although Ye Qingcheng is really quiet now, this kind of silence, at this time today, inexplicably makes him have an ominous premonition. N Lucifer stood at the door and found that the door was not closed tightly. He gently stretched out his hand and pushed the door open

The little figure on the big bed made him feel inexplicable pain. Lucifer strode over and saw her lying on the bed, her long skirt like a mermaid blooming in the sea.

He stood by the bed, but he was slightly startled. She was half lying on the big bed, and her arms were placed on both sides of her body. He thought she was asleep, but he saw her with her eyes open, seemingly empty looking at the ceiling, and the corners of her eyes were dry tears.

"Qingcheng...?" Lucifer softened your voice for fear of scaring her. He sat beside the big bed and picked up her hand. The cold temperature hurt his heart, "Qingcheng...?"

Lucifer's foreboding slowly rose. He took out his mobile phone and immediately pressed the shortcut key to call Suna.

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