Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Only she, she is the only chance to find Ye Qingcheng. Unfortunately, I can never let her speak," Lucifer stood up and slowly walked to the big bed. "Everything is fate..."

Dongfang Shijin stopped walking forward, turned around slightly, and saw Lucifer standing next to the big bed.

His heart beat hard.

"Young master... Otherwise, let's take her back. We must find some ways to experiment before we can draw a conclusion."

The horse whispered.

After these things, Ma Zi finally understood how important Ye Qingcheng was to Dongfang Shijin.

Without Ye Qingcheng, the Oriental world brocade is incomplete.

Dongfang Shijin stood there, the cold wind blew, and there were layer after layer of water waves on the sea.

He would rather gamble.

*****

Late at night.

The villa near the sea is brilliant and luxurious. The floor curtain wall of pure glass, as well as the simple European style in the West. One palace street lamp is 5 meters long. You can walk to the two plates of dense bushes and wild rose bushes, which is an enchanting and secret place.

The sound of water splashed out from the virgin fountain by the lake.

Facing the bay window on the second floor of the large swimming pool, there is a spacious super luxurious bedroom with white walls and embossed archangels in the Bible.

The white big round bed and the sparkling refraction of the swimming pool are on the ceiling.

Layers of complicated crystal lamps.

Only a few small mini lights were on in the room.

The woman on the big bed was wearing a lace nightdress. Her skin was as white as milk.

She was sleeping. I don't know what dream she had. A thin layer of sweat poured out on her forehead. Her face was beautiful and soul stirring on such a quiet night

Slender and thick eyelashes, upturned bridge of nose, Yan red thin lips

Long seaweed hair blooms on a large white pillow.

A few small glasses of incense were burning on the bedside table.

"Squeak --"

The door was gently pushed open.

The woman in the big bed is sleeping like a holy angel. She has slept for a long time. Dongfang Shijin still can't bear to disturb her after all.

Who knows, when Dongfang Shijin opened the door and came in, when he was about to wipe the sweat off her forehead, the thick eyelashes trembled gently. Then, the deep eyes slowly opened. They were light brown pupils, which reflected seven colors of light. The waves were bright and pure, just like the lake reflected in spring, clear to the bottom

A faint layer of water vapor.

Ye Qingcheng opened his eyes. The pure white ceiling in front of him began to shake, like a broken dream. The carved Cupid God of love on the ceiling hovered back to the wrong branches of wild roses

Like the man in the dream just now, he stood in a dazzling white light and constantly called a strange and familiar name

She can't hear clearly, but her heart hurts

She didn't know the man's face. She only remembered that in the dream, he was wearing a simple Beige shirt, he was wearing straight trousers, and

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