Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

She can't say she's familiar there

[you are Lillian Pierce. You have lived in England since you were a child. You grew up in England...]

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[Qingcheng, do you like it here? The Japanese materials here are good...]

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How about dinner at the shopping center? I'm not asking you. I'm giving you an order

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Do you want me to treat you

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[Lillian Pierce, you grew up in the upper class of England...]

The two kinds of voices are constantly overlapping in Ye Qingcheng's brain. She is a little white in front of her eyes. Ye Qingcheng looks at the traffic outside and swings constantly in front of her eyes

[Lillian... Lillian... Lillian...]

"Lillian..." a woman's voice kept circulating in her mind. Ye Qingcheng's face turned white and whispered to wake herself up.

The motorcade stopped unconsciously.

Ye Qingcheng slowly opened his eyes and saw the car parked in front of a large ancient castle, the circular vault, the carved columns of ancient Rome, the two sides of the huge stone steps, and the bronze sculptures of the guards riding on the horses

Ye Qingcheng got out of the car. The cool night wind blew over. She subconsciously wrapped herself.

Shrubs on both sides.

On both sides of the castle are court street lights.

"This is the largest opera house near the city... Do you still have an impression?" the horse asked in a low voice.

Ye Qingcheng didn't know it at all and shook his head.

It's just... Ye Qingcheng is mo min's familiar with the open roads on both sides

where's this?

The horse looked at her face and wanted to say something to remind her, but after all, this was the young master's plan tonight, and the horse stopped.

The horse led Ye Qingcheng to the gate of the ancient castle, and then retreated to the gate by himself.

Ye Qingcheng walked over, gently stretched out his hand, carved the large stone gate of the virgin and the baby, pushed it open, and a faint warmth came to his face.

The ground was covered with a thick red carpet.

Ye Qingcheng stretched out his hand, took off his shawl, and a waiter took it away.

The huge open theater, pure western design, towering circular large vault, white jade gray carving, and all the holy statues are carved into the eye

Jesus with the cross, the woman with the baby

Huge stage, high red curtain.

This luxury seems to be a precipitated history.

Empty, no one else.

be quiet.

Only the sound of Ye Qingcheng's high heels stepping on the floor.

A large scarlet sofa chair with a man sitting in the front.

Ye Qingcheng goes down, and the high steps lead straight to the Grand Theater. The whole Grand Theater is semi arc echo design, which can give better play to the sound effect.

Ye Qingcheng walked slowly. He sat in the fourth row. He was wearing a dark brown stand collar windbreaker. Inside was a dark blue shirt and straight trousers. His face was handsome like the God of Greek mythology.

A faint halo crossed his face, and his deep eyes and high bridge of nose were brushed with a thick shadow.

That kind of powerful aura emanated from his bones, noble like a king.

Hearing the voice behind him, Dongfang Shijin raised his eyes faintly, as if looking at her. The amazement of the bottom of his eyes and the joy of trying to press it down.

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