Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

She likes him, from strong as fire to silent.

Dongfang Shichuan stared at her with deep eyes. She had some crimson cheeks because she was slightly drunk, her lips were red, and her eyes were faintly blurred, like the fog spreading on the sea.

Dongfang Shichuan's heart beat hard.

Mu Enron's eyes were drunk, but the whisky just made her a little sober. She looked at Dongfang Shichuan, and his cold face remained the same.

It seems that the warmth just condensed.

Mu Enron's suddenly warm heart is also freezing a little

After she said these words... Dongfang Shichuan didn't respond at all.

I knew it. Shouldn't I say it?

At least if you don't say anything, you can enjoy the warmth of that moment, and now... Is there no temperature at all?

Mu Enron felt as if Cinderella's fairy tale had ended ahead of time, and there were no crystal shoes and beautiful clothes.

Why should I know the facts tomorrow morning? Why is it so sad after it really happened?

It was even like a wound with scab on the heart, which was torn hard at this moment.

What is left but pain?

After listening to Mu Enron's confession, he looked at him with full expectation. Later, his eyes gradually dimmed

His heart does not hurt.

He has been in this wheelchair all his life.

If you can't even take care of your own life, how can you take care of her?

Dongfang Shichuan lightly lowered his eyelashes and didn't answer her words.

The air was a little silent for a moment.

Just when Mu Enron thought that all this was about to end, Dongfang Shichuan pressed his wheelchair and drove in another direction.

"Where are you going?"

Mu ran a little bit unsettled, subconsciously leaning against the east world Chuan's arms, and the faint perfume of his body floated with faint musk and the fragrance of vegetation.

Dongfang Shichuan didn't answer her, and Mu Enron was embarrassed to ask him again, so he had to keep silent.

In a corner of the castle hall, a painter in court uniform was painting a portrait of a lady with countless different color palettes at his feet.

Mu Enron looked over and saw that the painter's painting was excellent. The super classic western romantic painting style not only painted the look of your wife, but even the feathers on her hat were lifelike

Mu Enron simply admired that the level of this painter was a master level.

Mu Enron was about to turn back. The painter's eyes looked at her, smiled faintly at her, and opened a new page again.

"Dongfang Shichuan...?" Mu Enron didn't respond. In his impression, Dongfang Shichuan never liked taking photos and certainly didn't like portraits?

"Don't move."

Dongfang Shichuan said in a low voice, but his frozen face was vaguely soft for a few minutes.

“……”

Mu Enron stared at him, and his just dead heart seemed to be alive again at this moment.

Mu Enron kept the same posture for fear that if she moved, it would make all this disappear... All this was like a dream bubble to her

It disappeared in an instant.

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