Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

[Vera, havira...]

The little girl in the court dress raised her face, with a polite smile on her pure face, but the dazzling light in her eyes could not be blocked

She still remembers that day she was wearing a light blue skirt and the gauze was blown by the breeze

The horse's hooves are raised

She has never seen such a handsome man

At that time, Dongfang Shijin was only 18 years old, but he was like a natural emperor.

“……”

A drop of clear tears slipped from her cheek and dropped on the floor without any trace

Holding her slender hand tightly, she didn't realize that she had fallen into this deep feeling into the bone marrow, and didn't hesitate to sacrifice what was most important to herself

She can't see anyone except him.

"I will."

The sound echoed in the empty hall.

Lu Jingshen lowered his head to tea and drank the red wine in the cup. His red lips looked unusually magnificent.

The light of success flashed by——

Naturally, he knows what havila feels about the Oriental world brocade. He puts forward this request and understands havila's personality. In this way, he can contain havila and Lucifer - there were originally 10 potions, but these days, he has given seven to the Oriental world brocade.

When all 10 potions are used up, Lucifer will die.

The Oriental world brocade, of course, is not in a hurry - he has calculated the accounts of these years one by one.

……

Ye Qingcheng is in the castle and doesn't go out all day, because she knows how dangerous it is here... Master Dongfang, havila, and those mystery cases

Once you fall in, it's a fog that can't come out again.

Ye Qingcheng doesn't want to think about anything. He just wants to spend these days simply.

Every day in the castle, waiting for Dongfang Shijin to come back has become the most important thing in Ye Qingcheng's day.

When the brake sounded, ye Qingcheng left by the windowsill of his bedroom and went downstairs to the hall.

"Who let you down?"

Dongfang Shijin is dressed in a long black windbreaker with a dark handmade suit, a dark purple shirt and a neat collar.

Ye Qingcheng didn't care about anything. He went over and hugged him, buried his face in his chest, and hugged his waist tightly with his small hand.

His skin was hot across his shirt.

"What's the matter?"

Dongfang Shijin was not surprised at Ye Qingcheng's clinging degree. He freed up one hand, took off his windbreaker and handed it to the servant, holding Ye Qingcheng's slender waist more tightly.

His hard chin was above Ye Qingcheng's head, and his lips were shallow with a smile.

Ye Qingcheng felt like a dream. After a year, she still came back here

Dongfang City brocade saw that she didn't speak. She wanted to stick to him like an octopus.

He hugged her and walked towards the restaurant.

"Young master, dinner is ready."

Mrs. Anna reported in time. Looking at their reconciliation, Mrs. Anna was also pleased from the bottom of her heart.

Dongfang Shijin took Miss octopus to the long table in the restaurant. The food on the table was all ye Qingcheng's favorite flavor.

With one hand around Ye Qingcheng's waist, he filled Ye Qingcheng with a bowl of millet porridge with the other hand, cooled it and personally handed it to Ye Qingcheng's lips——

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