Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

It can't be too conspicuous in the city center. Ye Qingcheng can only search for some venues where few people pass by. Ye Qingcheng's eyes brighten. At this time, the school is in class, rather than on the school playground.

Thinking, ye Qingcheng kept pulling the shoulder strap and umbrella rope to the side. Suddenly, ye Qingcheng saw the widest road in the city center, under the viaduct.

A row of black motorcade is so dazzling and eye-catching.

A man in a black suit stood by the roadside, his face full of cigars.

Ye Qingcheng was stunned, and time seemed to be at a standstill.

It's Oriental brocade!

Undoubtedly, if ye Qingcheng chooses to leave him forever at this time, maybe it is the best time?

However, when she saw the Oriental world brocade, she never left the shadow

Although it was only a short day and night, when ye Qingcheng was in danger, I hope he could be as caught off guard to save him as he was in the cemetery last time.

At this moment, ye Qingcheng suddenly thought of a sentence.

[the person you love will always come to you with colorful auspicious clouds when you are in danger and rescue you like a prince.]

A faint joy, like a lost child who finally found his home

That sense of belonging, that sense of security

"Mom... Look over there, a beautiful man fell from the sky... Is it an angel?"

"Ah, it seems to be a skydiver? It's not an angel. Angels have wings, baby..."

“……”

"Take pictures quickly. Look over there. A woman fell from the sky!"

"Can't there be a plane crash? It's not parachute jumping... It's clearly a parachute, a kind of life-saving..."

"No, I have to take a photo and send a microblog. Maybe it's the news..."

People below kept talking, and even took out their mobile phones and kept taking photos.

Ye Qingcheng forgot to be ready and fell to the ground unexpectedly.

The huge white umbrella fell slowly. When it suddenly fell to the ground, the whole feet were weak.

The line of sight in front was shrouded in huge white.

Ye Qingcheng seemed to be in a sudden panic. He pulled off the parachute covered on his body and flustered off his umbrella rope. He didn't care about anything. He put the parachute away and stuffed it into the nearby trash can.

Her movements stopped.

Between them, 20 meters apart, a road.

Ye Qingcheng's long hair and waist were in a mess, and his body was still a light goose yellow skirt.

Her heart was pounding.

He's looking for her these days, isn't he?

Is he in a hurry?

Ye Qingcheng stood behind the bus stop sign, smoking a cigar, a black suit, a dark purple shirt, a folded handkerchief in his suit pocket, revealing the red edge.

His figure is slender and tall, and his face is exquisitely carved.

There was a frown in his long eyebrow.

At such a distance, ye Qingcheng could still see the green stubble on his chin.

There are pedestrians around who have been looking at his direction. He stands there like a glorious picture.

Ye Qingcheng felt that his heart seemed to be in disorder.

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