Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Mu Enron was lying on the big bed. Dongfang Shichuan's cool and thin eyes flashed in front of her. Over the years, she could see that Dongfang Shichuan had transformed from a teenager into a mature man. He had changed a lot, but the only constant was his cold eyes.

She thought, what would she say if she saw him?

[Dongfang Shichuan, do you remember me?]

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[Dongfang Shichuan, it's me, Mu Enron...]

【……】

[Dongfang Shichuan...]

Mu Enron closed her eyes. She was so tired that she wanted to close her eyes and go to sleep like this, but her only reason still woke her up.

The banquet starts at 21:00 on time and ends at 0:00. She should go.

It's like Cinderella's dream. After zero, all the gorgeous external images will be taken off, and everything will become the original... She won't see him anymore.

Mu Enron got up from the big bed and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was already 8:30. She wanted to wake up

Mu Enron cleaned himself up, washed his face, made up his makeup, and went out of the room. Two women were waiting for the elevator, whispering something.

"Ah, you said, this year's Charlotte dinner... How do I feel that Miss Lawrence is very confident? You see, her family is a hereditary aristocrat and the largest watch dealer in Europe... I think it must be her this year. Her blood is noble and beautiful..."

"This is not necessarily, this year, it must be me, it must be." another young woman snorted with disdain.

"Why do you say that?"

"I only told you when I regarded you as a good friend... To tell you the truth, this is my second year. I know which room Dongfang Shichuan used to be in. I just need to do a little tricks... Let me get him. Do you think Lawrence can still be elected?"

"You..."

Mu Enron stood at the corner and clearly heard the conversation. The elevator door closed with a jingle, and the surrounding air became quiet.

Mu Enron stood there, as if fixed

Dongfang Shichuan

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In the dark room, the low and luxurious decoration cast a shadow. A man was sitting in a wheelchair, slowly tidying up his tie, and his eyebrows were still cold and gloomy.

"What's the matter with the investigation?" the low voice opened slowly, which made people a little startled in the room.

Smith wore a traditional housekeeper uniform, navy blue placket, breeches and leather boots.

"Young master, I have confirmed that it was Miss Mu who saved you in France a few years ago," Smith said respectfully, "Three years ago, it was her first time to participate in Charlotte's night. This year is the second and last time. The Mu family is getting worse and worse, and she can't afford the expenses in the future. It is said that she should graduate next year. No accident, Miss Mu should go to France S.E design company as a designer. She has received an invitation this year."

Smith reported truthfully.

The action of wearing a tie was a slight meal, and her voice was cold and could not hear her emotion. "Do you mean that this year is her last time here?"