Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

She moved her hand and accidentally touched it. A small drawer clicked. Ye Qingcheng opened the drawer and saw a small wooden carved box inside.

The box was heavy. Ye Qingcheng looked at it in the dim light. There was a small button on it. Press it gently, and the box bounced open

Like Pandora's box, once opened

Inside is a thick dozen photos.

Ye Qingcheng sat on the sofa with a pile of thick photos. The cover of the photo was covered with a piece of paper. Her heart beat inexplicably and nervously, again and again

After opening the first photo, ye Qingcheng still saw the woman, but... There was another man standing beside her. He was tall and thin, with a clear face, but with a touch of enchanting, which made a sudden sound of wild roses blooming in the night

His thin lips are light coral color, a cold appearance, but his eyes are clear and soft

His face is so handsome that he seems to be a prince coming out of a dream, that kind of strong and clear temperament

Ye Qingcheng looked at the picture blankly, and a pair of melancholy and sad eyes appeared in front of her, as if questioning her silently

[Qingcheng, if we were 100 steps away, I would take 99 steps towards you...]

[Qingcheng...]

The dark brown pupil is approaching her step by step. There are too many emotions flowing in those eyes

Ye Qingcheng's hand is still turning the photos. Most of the photos inside are the man or her alone. There are few group photos between them

[Qingcheng, happy 18th birthday, I will always be by your side.]

In a photo, she sits in front of the window, where there are dazzling fireworks. On the contrary, behind the photo is a good-looking font

[Lu Jingshen.]

Lu Jingshen

[happy birthday to Qingcheng...]

[Qingcheng...]

The gentle voice of a man is like the cool wind at night

Lu Jingshen

Once fleeting years seemed to live in an instant. She could see that time was rotating. She saw a man leaning against the street lamp downstairs, looking up at her open window... And then smiling gently at her.

She could also see the little girl sitting on the swing by the lawn

She can see

The burning house, blurred inside, a figure fell down

[Qingcheng, marry me...]

He knelt on one knee.

[Qingcheng, marry me. Only I can give you your happiness.]

The male voice suddenly became overbearing, and his face became another handsome man. His facial features were as deep as a knife. It was not a luxurious church. He stood in the fine sunshine and the faint sunshine in the painted windows

Ye Qingcheng's eyes are constantly overlapped with many pictures, warm, romantic and painful

The wall in front of me seems to fall apart in an instant

"Depth of field..." Ye Qingcheng's tears flowed down wantonly. An old newspaper flashed in front of her. The headlines in the newspaper were shocking... Lu Jingshen had long been gone.

Her voice is a little hoarse

[remember my name, Qingcheng... Dongfang Shijin...]

The overbearing male voice seems to be a gentle palm, grabbing her breath a little