Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng raised his hand and wiped his tears. The cleaner's work clothes were dirty and his eyes ached.

"Li Chen, I'm sorry... I really hope you can be happy in the second half of your life, even if I compensate you for the rest of my life..."

Li Chen, I'm sorry

She raised her feet and walked out of the cell. Only then did she know that this was the basement of the ferry. She went up a small log staircase in front of her. The light outside was dazzling

The ferry docked at the shore.

The deck was occasionally cleaned by several cleaners, which was the desolation after the carnival after the luxury dinner.

Not far away, a black Audi car braked, and a woman in a beige dress got off. Her hair was in a messy bun, and her face was embarrassed after crying.

Obviously, the woman who looked hurried and staggered should be Li Chen's mother

Ye Qingcheng stood under a palm tree. The tears in his eyes had not dried up, and the scene in front of him was slightly blurred.

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The black Land Rover sped in the center of s city and finally stopped in a villa area in s city last century.

The door opened, and the black trouser legs were straight and slender. The man was dressed in a dark blue navy uniform with several medals on his chest, shining in the sun.

Today's sun was a little harsh, and the fine broken gold fell mottled shadows on his face through the dense branches of the surrounding trees.

The slight light outlined his narrow and deep peach blossom eyes, high bridge of nose and coral thin lips one by one.

A face handsome enough to make your heart beat faster.

But in the warm sunshine, it seems that it can't melt the coolness on his face.

The cold ice melted, his face softened, and the deep drowning in his eyes was like a deep pool of falling and drowning.

"Qingcheng... I'm back."

I'm back with you

Lu Jingshen got out of the car. The flower bed in front of the door dried up and cracked. It seems that no one has watered it for a long time.

The small Ivory foreign-style building has become a little primitive over the years. There are peeling walls in the corners, green moss growing, and Parthenocissus creepers winding half of the side walls.

Some wild roses withered, and the original hard green leaves shrank.

Lu Jingshen frowned, and the melted ice seemed to cool slightly for a moment. My heart seems to be covered with a layer of cloth.

The beige door was tightly closed. He approached and shook the door lock slightly. It was locked.

He took out the spare key from under the carpet at the door and opened the door. The lips that had been slightly lifted were stagnant, and the dust inside was billowing in the sun.

All the objects remained the same, and a thin layer of dust fell on them.

The air was quiet, and his steps seemed abrupt.

Black leather shoes creak on the wooden floor.

Slender white fingers one by one across the rattan table tablecloth covered with white lace hook flowers, light blue vases, and the withered and yellow white roses inserted inside.

His hands were covered with a thin layer of dust.

She hasn't come back for a long time.