Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The next day, when Dongfang Shijin woke up, it was more than 10 a.m. he had always been used to light sleep, but he didn't know why last night. He slept at ease, as if he hadn't felt at ease for a long time

The air was lightly scented with citrus and rose.

His dark eyes opened. At that moment, there was an illusion that ye Qingcheng had existed.

The big bed was empty.

There was no figure.

Dongfang Shijin propped up his forehead and tried to recall last night - there was indeed a woman.

That pair of clear and simple pupils, her cherry pink lips, when she turned her face, the simplicity on her face

Dongfang Shijin suddenly got up and the pillow rolled down from the imperial concubine's couch to the ground. Dongfang Shijin's eyes darkened. He fell asleep unconsciously on the imperial concubine's couch last night. Who put the pillow for him and folded the quilt neatly at his hand.

Which woman is it?

Dongfang Shijin frowned slightly. Her face gradually became clear in his eyes, and then overlapped with Ye Qingcheng's face

Dongfang Shijin pressed the inside line, and the horse pushed the door from the outside in the next second.

"Who was that woman yesterday?"

Dongfang Shijin was only surrounded by a bath towel, his black hair was slightly messy, and the expression on his face was familiar.

"Young master, I haven't investigated yet..." the horse hesitated for a moment, and still took out a letter from his pocket. "Just a few hours ago, young master Lucifer sent you an invitation letter, which was delivered to the Oriental manor, and the people in the family sent it to you... It's an invitation letter for a banquet, and let you attend it immediately, or you'll regret it."

Dongfang Shijin frowned and took the golden envelope. His slender fingers opened it. There was a pure gold invitation letter with a rose pinned on it. The faint aroma seemed to coincide with that of last night.

It's Lucifer's handwritten letter.

[mysterious gift, 12:30.]

Just in a simple line.

Dongfang Shijin originally crumpled the envelope directly, but there seemed to be something else in the envelope, with some slight sound.

Dongfang Shijin tore open the envelope. In the deep part of the envelope, there was a small bracelet with a little halo in the dark golden darkness.

The bracelet is poured out. In the palm of the Oriental world brocade, there are thin golden leaves, diamonds and agates. The eyebrows of the Oriental world brocade frown. This bracelet was once worn by Ye Qingcheng

A year ago, the market in the Netherlands.

[Dongfang Shijin, look...]

A wide range of jewelry. At that time, because Dongfang Shijin was still thinking about where to go next, he didn't pay much attention to what ye Qingcheng was shopping

[Dongfang Shijin, I like this bracelet... She made it herself.]

A Western girl with a basket is knitting two braids. She is a little shy. There are many handmade jewelry, bracelets and rings in her basket. The style is simple and cheap, but it is not difficult to see that the girl knitted it by hand.

[buy if you like.]

[Dongfang Shijin, what are you thinking...]

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