Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

In the middle of the jewelry box is a very simple necklace. There are two heart-shaped pendants, one is hollowed out, and the other is covered with broken diamonds.

[Qingcheng, I made your first gift by myself.]

Wutong, Lu Jingshen's slightly long bangs were blown up by the wind. Behind him was the tall Wutong outside the villa. The wind blew, the phoenix trees fell, and the sunlight blurred his figure.

Ye Qingcheng only remembered that day, his voice was full of joy and a warm orange smile.

Her heart hurt badly.

Ye Qingcheng took out the necklace because he inlaid it by hand. He was not proficient in jewelry inlay for the first time. She took it with her for several months. Some broken diamonds on it were not firm and fell off.

Ye Qingcheng was afraid of damaging the necklace again, so he simply took it off and put it away.

Now, ye Qingcheng's palm tightly holds the two heart-shaped pendants, and the chrome palm hurts.

If you... Go to that party today, will you see Lu Jingshen?

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath and realized that he was thinking about this meaningless thing again. He simply put the necklace in a locked box and locked it in a drawer.

In just a few days, there were some personal products of Dongfang Shijin on her dresser. Ye Qingcheng put them in a storage box.

In the future, no one should try to hurt her after forcibly breaking into her life. She will never give anyone a chance to hurt her.

Ye Qingcheng cleaned up and tired herself. She sat on the big bed. She also deliberately changed the sheets - because the previous sheets were full of the smell of Oriental world brocade.

Bedspreads, sheets, pillowcases... All changed.

Ye Qingcheng moistened his throat with a cup of boiled water in his hand, and the telephone extension next to him suddenly rang.

Ye Qingcheng was unprepared. He grabbed the phone, leaned back and lay in bed. His voice was a little tired, "hello?"

“……”

"Hello...?"

Ye Qingcheng's hand suddenly clenched the microphone for no reason. A heart began to beat faster for no reason.

There was a shallow and even breath.

Ye Qingcheng's heart missed a beat. She thought she already knew who was calling.

Ye Qingcheng's body seemed to be a little stiff. She was half lying on the big bed, with some thin sweat in her hand holding the microphone.

She wanted to hang up, but... She clearly felt that even hearing his breathing was a luxury.

She gently closed her eyes and told herself that even if she was so silent... Just listen to his breathing.

When he spoke, she hung up.

The city of ye had eyes closed, and the other side did not speak. The wind outside the window was blowing the branches of Wutong tree and the sound of the sound.

"Goo Goo... Goo Goo..."

Unknown birds are singing.

"Qingcheng, I miss you so much."

*******************************************************************************************************************************