Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Wow -"

"Wow -"

"Wow -"

I don't know when, the night wind suddenly blew on the originally calm sea level. The wind was a little strong and it was very cold on my face.

The people on the deck are also obviously less. Ye Qingcheng embraces himself and turns around. The crowd is walking towards the hall. Should the auction be about to start again?

She raised her feet and walked to the side of the guardrail. The wind blew her messy strands of broken hair. It was dark on the ocean. Below it was like a dark forest in a fairy tale, deep

The ferry is bustling inside, but it becomes deserted outside

Ye Qingcheng's eyes stared at the sea level. A gust of wind blew, driving the surrounding ocean to shake greatly.

The speed of the ferry is not slow, and there is a ripple behind

The eyes are suddenly sour, and the slender hand is tightly grasping the guardrail. Ye Qingcheng's heart is in severe pain. Maybe her heart has been in pain for a long time, but today's sharp contrast, from the hope that Xin is almost to jump out to the crushing of hope

This huge contrast seems to be an accelerator of heartache.

She thought that this farce would end tonight. She would meet Lu Jingshen, meet him again and let him take her away

She will confess to Lu Jingshen and tell him what happened. Even if he doesn't want her and thinks she is impure and disloyal, she can accept it

Just see him again

Lu Jingshen's familiar breath is her most desired destination.

The waves from the waves shook greatly, beat the ship hard, and then suddenly smashed

The beautiful face seemed to be reflected by the dark waves. Ye Qingcheng opened his eyes. Lu Jingshen seemed to be underwater, and his eyes closed slightly

His hands were on his chest, and in his hands was a bright blood red rose in full bloom.

His face seemed to be not far below the sea.

[Qingcheng, don't you want me?]

People in the water seem to be slowly opening their eyes, and the whole sad ocean is drowned in their pupils.

His pupils were black and looked at her sadly.

Every word seemed to question her.

[Qingcheng, I used to say that no matter where you go, even if you travel all over the world, I will find you, but what about you... Why don't you come to me when I'm gone...]

[Qingcheng, have you changed...]

Silent questioning, ye Qingcheng's heart is dripping blood.

Bata, Bata, the heart was cut with a knife, and the blood erupted and gathered, as if to dye the ocean red

[Qingcheng, won't you come to me... I'm right here...]

People at the bottom of the water seemed to be looking at her with sadness on their faces.

As soon as the wind blew, the face seemed to ripple slightly.

"Depth of field... No matter where you go, I'll find you... Wait for me..."

Ye Qingcheng seemed to lose consciousness, stared at the sea, raised his hand to climb the guardrail and threw off his high-heeled shoes, "depth of field, you're gone... I'll come to you..."

It seems that she suddenly fell into the boundless deep sea. There was darkness in front of her. It was bitterly cold around. There was only a little light. It rippled under the water, making her desperate to touch

There was a cold railing under her feet. The wind was very strong. She slammed the ship with big waves, and the crushed water splashed on her bare arm.

Cold