Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Carved white wooden bed, carved dressing table with logs of the same color, oval carved mirror, and embossed angels on both sides.

There are also cosmetics and skin care products used by my mother in front of the table.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were suddenly hazy. In her impression, her mother was a real beauty. She was elegant and fragrant, like an angel who didn't eat fireworks.

Always with a smile and a shallow smile, I have to say that a large part of Ye Qingcheng's appearance has inherited his mother.

Ye Qingcheng approached and sat down in the dressing chair. There was a small music box in front of the mirror. On it was a family of four crystal bears.

[mom, mom, this is so beautiful...]

[Qingcheng, be careful...]

[ah, mom... I accidentally pulled down the male bear next to me...] little Ye Qingcheng held a crystal bear in his hand and looked wronged.

[let me see... Qingcheng didn't hurt her hand...] what my mother worried about at first was not that she broke the music box. At that time, in Ye Qingcheng's eyes, my mother seemed to like the music box very much, but she deliberately didn't look at it.

Later, when ye Qingcheng saw the music box countless times, he would subconsciously look at the little male bear.

She was carefully glued to the base by her mother, and there was no sign of damage at that time.

Ye Qingcheng thinks that this must be one of mom's favorite things

There were no small things in the whole bedroom before his mother's marriage. Ye Qingcheng always felt that there was a strange place that there was nothing at home before his mother's marriage.

According to tradition, when a woman gets married, there will be some dowry things. No matter what, there should be some.

But there's nothing at home.

Moreover, it is said that her mother was born rich and noble before her marriage, but ye Qingcheng never met her grandparents and never heard her mother mention it.

Perhaps, my mother's family background doesn't want to mention more. There may be some sad things.

The afternoon wind blew the light goose yellow curtains slightly. There were many iris flowers on the windowsill.

Now the windowsill is empty.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door downstairs, calling back Ye Qingcheng's slightly free thoughts.

She got up and went downstairs. The living room and broken glass that had not been cleaned up all day were particularly messy. She threw it to the half opened shutters. Outside was a man like an express.

Ye Qingcheng was not vigilant. After all, he was able to enter the villa area. His tone was a little cold, "what's the matter?"

"Miss Ye Qingcheng? Here is your express."

With that, the express brother took out a small paper box behind him and handed it to Ye Qingcheng for signature.

At a glance, it was a small box about the size of a mobile phone box. Ye Qingcheng never had the habit of online shopping, "I didn't buy it."

"Er... Maybe someone else bought it for you?" the express brother sweated on his forehead. Obviously, today's weather is a little hot, and he smiled awkwardly. "Now there are many little lovers. In order to create surprises, they have to be sent by express..."

"......." Ye Qingcheng looked at the box curiously. He couldn't bear to let the express brother run again in hot weather, so he signed his name.

Take it back to the house. Ye Qingcheng took a fruit knife from the tea table and tore the transparent tape. Is it really a latest mobile phone?

"Ding -"