Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Dongfang Shichuan answered faintly, as if he had just asked.

Mu Enron held his knife and fork and paused slightly. His heart beat very fast.

"Well, I'll have Smith send you back later."

Dongfang Shichuan sat there against the sun, as if thousands of sunshine had enveloped him

Mu Enron nodded. He didn't know whether Dongfang Shichuan saw it or not.

A breakfast, I don't know whether Mu Enron was too formal or something. The two didn't say anything to each other

After dinner, Dongfang Shichuan asked Smith to send Mu Enron back to Mu's house. Mu Enron returned to her room and cleaned up. It was still early. She was ready to go to the library to review and hand in her last paper of this semester.

When Smith came back, it was close to dusk in the afternoon. As soon as he pushed open the door of the castle, the whole hall was particularly deserted. Only a few maids were silently and quietly cleaning up the health of the living room, and did not see the figure of Dongfang Shichuan.

"Where's the young master?"

Smith took a look and didn't see Dongfang Shichuan everywhere. The young master was inconvenient to move, but Smith was still worried.

"The young master has gone up, housekeeper."

The maid answered respectfully.

Smith answered and went upstairs. He didn't see Dongfang Shichuan in his bedroom and study. Smith guessed more or less.

The attic of the castle is a place that Dongfang Shichuan cleaned up many years ago. There is a thick wooden door with candle burning horse lamps outside.

Smith knocked on the door, there was no sound inside, so Smith pushed the door in and saw that the light inside was dim and almost hazy. Only a few small candles were burning on the windowsill. As soon as the door was pushed open, the flame of the candle shook and the shadow on the ground began to shake.

This is the private space of Dongfang Shichuan. Hand drawn sketches or oil paintings are pasted everywhere, but there is only one person on it. The woman's side face, holding a bunch of Gardenia in her hand, closed her eyes slightly in the sun.

Her long skirt was blown by the wind, her long hair was pulled up loosely, and several strands of fine hair were floating in the wind.

Although it is a sketch, it is also very realistic.

Dongfang Shichuan sat there with a huge drawing board in front of him. There was a huge picture on the drawing board. He was sitting in a wheelchair. Mu Enron was sitting in the empty space of the wheelchair, with a smile on her face. There was excitement and a little shyness in her eyes.

Is this their only 'group photo'?

The rest of the paintings, large and small, are all mu Enron in various forms.

There are even 15-year-old Mu Enron, who sits in the flowers and smiles warmly, just like the day they first met. Mu Enron smiles warmer than the sun.

Over time, Dongfang Shichuan seemed to be able to see that day. Mu Enron squatted in a large cluster of gardenias, smiled at him, [hey, come and see, is my favorite flower beautiful?]

Smith stood behind Dongfang Shichuan. The whole big and empty room was covered with Mu Enron's paintings on the walls

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