Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

However, master Dongfang is his father.

Ye Qingcheng has never been so exhausted.

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Oriental manor is still luxurious, and there are forest castles everywhere.

56 Gothic castles are really shocking.

The tall man leaned against the window, the white shirt slightly opened the collar, the linen gray vest outside was a little messy, his hair loosely brushed his forehead, and his deep and beautiful eyes were congested and cold.

If he can't find Ye Qingcheng's body, he won't give up.

He leaned there, sobering himself with alcohol.

Like a huge lion, full of sad lions.

In the study, next to it, a huge wardrobe stood there, the carved door of the cabinet was open, and there was a human model wearing a huge luxury wedding dress, champagne gold, cascading skirts, inlaid with countless diamonds. Under the light and shadow, the luxurious wedding dress seemed to shine.

Yes, if ye Qingcheng had no accident this time, she should wear this wedding dress and become his wife.

He owes her a grand wedding.

The pupils of Dongfang Shijin are scarlet, and the dark black pupils are filled with great pain.

"Knock knock -"

The horse opened the door and dodged in carefully.

There was a strong smell of wine in the room.

The horse stood there and walked with restraint. Finally, he couldn't help it.

"Don't tell me you found her body -"

The low voice makes people's heart tight.

"No, no..." it's more frightening than finding Miss Ye's body.

"Say!"

Dongfang Shijin turned around, his eyes almost wanted to spit fire, "have you found Hao Weila's body?"

"No..." the horse stopped talking and finally closed his eyes and said, "young master... Cecilia, who has been lost in the black market kingdom for a long time, found it a few days ago, and..."

"Do you think it's possible?" the Oriental World Series ironically bent his lips. He knew that Cecilia was similar to Ye Qingcheng, and he had never seen Cecilia.

But even if he looks like, no one can replace Ye Qingcheng.

"No, young master... Yes... Cecilia married you today."

The horse said it hard.

"Pa -"

The glass was crushed alive by him.

The fragments were in his hands, dripping with blood.

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When the motorcade stopped, ye Qingcheng was helped down by several maids. She stood in front of the castle and looked up at the castle outside. Her heart was an inexplicable emotion

I never thought it would be like this when I came back.

Ye Qingcheng looked at a window of the castle, where the curtains were closed

"Miss?

The accompanying maid asked her.

Ye Qingcheng closed his eyes, but his face was pale

Ye Qingcheng lifted her skirt, and the maid carefully helped her. The gate of the castle opened, still familiar.

The afterglow of the sunset came in, the rotating Ivory spiral ladder, the tall man leaned against the railing, the white shirt collar was slightly open, and his deep outline became blurred