Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Squeak --"

The door was pushed open.

"What's the matter?"

The middle-aged man in the orthodox British housekeeper's clothes came out of the door with a dignified and proud face. His dark blue uniform was inlaid with Phnom Penh embroidery. The medal was wound into his pocket from his shoulder. His half barrel of leather boots, coupled with his meticulous blonde hair, was thick and serious.

His fierce eyes swept to the bodyguard outside the door and Mu Enron in a long dress. His eyebrows wrinkled and his voice was very unhappy. "What's the noise? The young master is busy."

"Smith -"

Mu Enron desperately struggled to escape the shackles of the two bodyguards, "Smith, I only need five minutes to ask about tonight, five minutes is enough..."

Smith looked at her quietly. In front of her, Mu Enron's long hair was a little messy. The fine hair fell from his cheeks. The pure white skirt dragged on the ground didn't know where it rubbed and stained with two layers of dust.

In particular, she has always been gentle and pure face, the makeup has been dizzy, obvious tears, dizzy dyed eyeliner and mascara, black eye like paste open, very embarrassed.

Over the years, Smith had never seen such a messy Mu Enron in his impression.

"Smith... Please..."

She looked at him anxiously, even with a hint of prayer in her voice.

Smith took a deep look at her, as if he had finally compromised. His old voice was a little tired, "come in."

The two bodyguards let go of their hands. Mu Enron lifted her skirt and followed Smith in. One of her high heels ran away when she ran up. She walked a little lame.

When the heavy wooden door engraved with holy carvings was pushed open, there was a large suite, but the lights were not turned on. The dark glasses and candles in the corner covered the room with a soft and low light, but they couldn't hide the air conditioning here.

In front of her was another thick door. The archangel of Louis XIV carved on the door, the closed eyed virgin hugged the baby, and enchanting roses wrapped around her feet.

"The young master is inside," Smith stopped and looked back at Mu Enron. "Miss mu, you are very smart. What to say and what not to say. I hope you can understand this time. This should be the last time you disturb the young master like this."

With that, without waiting for mu Enron to respond, Smith had knocked on the door for her.

"Come in."

The calm and magnetic male voice is immersed in the cold air, which makes people feel cold from the bottom of their heart.

"Miss mu, pay attention to yourself."

Smith looked at her deeply. After saying this last sentence, he left.

Mu Enron stood in front of the door. Through the wooden door, she seemed to feel the thin and cold air around her.

Just now the desperate courage to see him suddenly disappeared in this moment, leaving only a little Mars struggling weakly.

There was no sound in it.

Mu Enron closed her eyes hard. Thinking of what happened tonight, she summoned up her courage and pushed the door open.

Limping in, the Persian carpet was too soft.

This is a huge bedroom with Baroque Angel hand-painted walls and high-end and luxurious furniture.

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The Pleistocene couple started today. I had thought about how several stories of the couple started. Now I think about it. I also saved some manuscripts in my hand and sent them slowly.

That's the same sentence. Babies who like sky high prices can come and have a look. This is an affectionate story. The whole is partial to the wind of secret love.

Amy baby, it won't be long, but I like this man No. 2 outside the fan very much ~ the super warm man No. 2 will come out soon.