Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Dongfang Shichuan..." her voice repressed and cried, "have you really never been interested in me for eight years... Not for a second..."

The carved wooden door closed behind her, and the thin voice isolated the last glimmer of hope, like his ruthless eyes, his thin lips moved slightly - no, not for a second.

In the dark room, there has been a long silence and depression since Mu Enron left. The happy laughter downstairs is in sharp contrast to the cold silence here.

The tall man was sitting in a wheelchair, and the suffocating cold was emitted from him and filled every corner.

His bony hand clung tightly to the armrest of the wheelchair, showing his green veins.

No one saw it. There was a thick brown paper album on his knee. He moved. The album slipped off his leg. Smith was about to go and pick it up, but the man in the dark bent down and stretched out a good-looking hand to pick it up.

The album opens and there are countless photos in it——

She sat on the swing in the garden, wrapped with vines. She wore a white lace skirt, raised her chin slightly, closed her eyes, and her cheeks were a beautiful arc.

She stood in a dark corner in an elegant evening dress with a bra, but with a faint smile on her lips, and her eyes seemed to be a bright and gentle light in the starry sky far away.

Wearing simple jeans and hooded sweater, she sat on a bench by the lake, holding a drawing board in her hand, and focused on depicting a beautiful picture.

……

Countless photos are all mu Enron's faces.

Dongfang Shichuan's cold eyes finally softened a little. The glass and candle in the corner cautiously brightened his cheek and lit a layer of light golden light.

Smith stood behind him in silence, and the terrible silence continued endlessly.

"Young master... If you really care about Miss Mu so much, why..."

The terrible and oppressive silence lasted almost ten minutes, and Smith couldn't help asking him.

Hearing the sound, Dongfang Shichuan seemed to wake up at last and raised his hand to put away the album, which had been turned over countless times, even with some folds in the corners. The album was a little heavy. The number marked on the last page was 981981 Mu Enron's photos in various forms.

"What do you think I can give her with such a disability?" Dongfang Shichuan pressed a button on the wheelchair and the wheelchair drove towards the cabinet on one side. He neatly entered the password on the safe, opened the drawer and put the photo album in.

"But young master... For eight years, Miss mu..." Smith found it difficult to say, "and young master, you are not... Disabled. I'm afraid miss Mu said something wrong in anger..."

"No matter how long, I can't give her a normal life. Girls like to go shopping and travel. I can't even accompany her with such basic things," said Dongfang Shichuan, with a deadly calm on his handsome face, "Eight years, ten years, twenty years are meaningless. Smith, you have been with me for more than 20 years. You know, my legs can never stand up like a normal person. Since I can't give her happiness, I can only be a burden on her career. Why tie her to me? She's only 21 years old and her life has just begun."