Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

[you say, what will our children look like?]

I don't care what the child looks like, as long as it's born to you...]

【……】

Do you like boys or girls

[girl, I'll protect you two, boy... We two protect you...]

【……】

[I really want to jump to five years and see what our children will look like...]

The sound seems to come from a distant place

"Miss, do you need anything? Our family is holding activities recently. As long as the baby is born next month, you can get a voucher of 500 yuan..."

The salesperson came warmly to introduce her, and was surprised at Ye Qingcheng's beauty... And the man standing behind her.

She couldn't help imagining how beautiful their children were

"Patter -"

A tear suddenly came out of Ye Qingcheng's eyes. Ye Qingcheng didn't realize it at all. He walked forward with some vain steps

[Qingcheng...]

[don't... Child... My child...]

【……】

[you said, who will our children be more like...]

The mottled wall is hand-painted with patterns of various animals. A man squats there with a dim light in the room. He seems to be playing with something. In front of him is an assembled Trojan horse and a large ship

Big baby bear doll

He squatted there, his figure shrouded in a circle of warm light

Ye Qingcheng seems to be dreaming. Those familiar but broken memories are like beasts struggling to jump out of the cage, constantly hitting her most sensitive nerves

It hurts

My head really hurts

Dongfang Shijin stood beside her and watched her stop next to a small merry go round. On both sides of the merry go round were hanging shells, wind bells, bell bells... Bell bells

Dongfang Shijin gently held her hand.

"Why... I feel so familiar, I think I've been here..." the great sadness came up from nowhere and enveloped her deeply. She didn't feel a little, and in the twinkling of an eye she was full of tears.

"Like something that doesn't belong to me..."

Ye Qingcheng's voice was a little broken. When she didn't notice it, the voice had become clear... But similarly, the voice was also softer

Ye Qingcheng's hands are pale, and the whole person seems to have drained his soul

"Let's go."

Dongfang Shijin knew that it would not be good for her to stay here again. He gently pulled her palm, but ye Qingcheng didn't respond at all. Dongfang Shijin beat her horizontally and picked her up

"Puff..."

"Puff..."

"Puff..."

His strong and powerful heartbeat, familiar and faint perfume and tobacco smell, seemed to be turned into an invisible hand and slowly extended to her heart.

[ye Qingcheng, you are mine...] it seems that an overbearing and arrogant voice is reminding her.

[you are not ye Qingcheng, you are Lillian...]

Another female voice is reminding her

It seems that two forces are constantly competing

Ye Qingcheng closed his eyes tightly and was held in the arms of Dongfang Shijin. Ye Qingcheng almost subconsciously approached the arms of Dongfang Shijin and breathed hard, as if he were giving himself the last peace of mind