Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Bring the computer." he heard the sound, still calm, with dark brown eyes open and half sitting in the big bed.

"Yes."

Bishop just turned and had a special tablet in his hand. He held the tablet in his hand and bowed forward slightly——

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The original dark screen lights up. Inside the screen is a luxurious palace banquet, the art of relief on the semi arc vault, and all kinds of angels are realistic.

Surrounded by four arched windows of ancient Roman style, colorful painted glass is dreamy and blurred.

The luxurious 22 meter long dining table has tassels trailing at the end, and the gold Candlestick flames jumping. The food on it is exquisite and rich.

Servants in beige skirts shuttle back and forth and offer more exquisite cakes.

On the other side of the hall, there are light piano music, and you can vaguely see the interlaced shadow of clothes and temples.

The light golden light obscured the whole picture.

The picture turned slightly to a large and luxurious room, surrounded by Beige ancient Roman carved columns, warm summer wind and dense green shrubs.

The maid in a white one shoulder dress walked along the Boulevard.

The government picture seems to be shrouded in light gold, which makes people mistakenly think that it is a prominent royal family in ancient Europe.

Obviously, this is a good place to enjoy the scenery similar to a small courtyard Pavilion.

At that time, about ten people sat in the center of the pavilion.

A middle-aged man with dark brown short hair, retro Western court clothes, Lantern Sleeve Shirt, light brown British vest and breeches of the same color sat on the first pure wood chair.

On his side stood two waiters.

On the next chair, there was a Western woman in a white and ground long skirt, a woman in her thirties, with mature charm, wine red hair pulled up high, and several wisps of broken hair fell on both sides of her cheeks.

The maid next to her held the crimson cloak she had just taken off.

On the side chairs, there are several middle-aged or young men.

White Lantern Sleeve Vintage lace shirt, dark brown velvet lantern pants, white vintage court pants and lace up boots.

On both sides sat some famous Western ladies, Rococo court skirts, fluffy and wide skirts, decorated with flowers, bows and all kinds of lace, complex and luxurious.

Their faces are all exquisite and beautiful. Their high hats and half drooping veils just cover up half of their faces.

A man in breeches and white court shirt came forward slightly and whispered something to the head man, so he turned his head.

Slightly cleared his throat, "it's all here."

People who had been talking sideways quieted down one after another.

"11 months later, it is the birthday of Lucifer, the eldest young master of the family. Everyone here knows that if you want to inherit the power of the family, you must have a son at the age of 28."

The leading man's voice is dignified, "otherwise, the legitimate young master has no children, he will choose a better man from the family's side blood to inherit the power of the family."

The people below talked one after another.

The man who spoke looked straight through the screen, "master Lucifer, you still have 11 months left. I hope you can choose the right spouse as soon as possible to have a descendant."