Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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.

Her long hair spread lazily on both sides of her shoulders, because it was a skirt designed with a bra, revealing her delicate and beautiful clavicle.

The long white skirt on the ground perfectly outlines her graceful curve.

The delicate diamond on the chest and slightly hollowed out lace embroidery.

It makes her temperament extraordinarily elegant.

Her cheeks are round oval melon face, and her eyes seem to be the brightest diamonds in the forest sea.

She stood there, that kind of clear and empty temperament, vaguely overlapping with Ye Qingcheng.

She is like a goblin sitting on a tall pine branch in the forest, singing low, and the hazy fog swirls around her beautiful voice

When Dongfang Shijin saw her, in addition to being amazing... Those heavy emotions are so elusive.

There was joy in his eyes.

He was right.

Now the white dress she is wearing is the dress Ye Qingcheng wore at their wedding in Holland.

In my memory, the sun was wonderful that day. The golden sun shone in through the painted large French windows and refracted into colorful dazzling light——

[ye Qingcheng, marry me...]

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[Dongfang Shijin, you can never leave me...]

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[I'd like to...]

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[Dongfang Shijin, marrying you is my luckiest thing...]

[I'd like to...]

The woman's clear and pleasant voice seemed to be in his ear.

Ye Qingcheng stood there with an unnatural face, but thanks to the dim light today, she didn't see her face very clearly.

"Sit down."

Magnetic and sexy sound.

He went over and sat down beside him. He sprayed light perfume, mixed with the smell of his men, and the taste of cigars.

Ye Qingcheng's brain began to dizzy.

Especially... The chairs here have no armrests, just two large sofa chairs connected. The Oriental world brocade is no more than 5cm away from her.

"Puff..."

"Puff..."

"Puff..."

Ye Qingcheng clearly heard his heart beating violently.

"Thirsty?"

Before the drama started, Dongfang Shijin suddenly magically took out a cup of freshly squeezed juice.

Ye Qingcheng is really thirsty.

"Thank you..."

She took it, and her voice was a little dumb.

It's her favorite grape juice

Ye Qingcheng drank a cup and handed it to him. When he looked up, he found that the eyes of Dongfang Shijin had been staring at her.

Ye Qingcheng subconsciously lowered his head, stretched out his hand and stroked his fine hair.

The vision of Dongfang Shijin is like two hands in a black hole. Through a piece of illusion, it keeps tightening

Ye Qingcheng sat rigidly beside him. He was like a primary school student, with his hands on his knees

Her eyes did not know where to go, and the smell of the Oriental world was everywhere, the strong pure male flavor and the faint perfume.

Ye Qingcheng even felt that breathing was particularly unnatural

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