Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Qingcheng, I miss you so much."

I don't know how long it took, ye Qingcheng's mind could even imagine that on a sunny day, Lu Jingshen lay with her head against her head on the dense grass, and her long skirt was like a blooming flower.

Suddenly, the voice over there sounded abrupt.

His voice was as deep and pleasant as ever, but with a low hoarseness and a thick nasal sound.

It seems that I have caught a cold for a long time and my nose is blocked.

Because of his words, ye Qingcheng's heart suddenly contracted and hurt, making her breathing seem to have thorns.

Qingcheng, I miss you so much

Lu Jingshen, why don't I miss you?

Ye Qingcheng was breathing, but her chest was in sudden pain, like a torn wound by life. No matter how she covered it, the blood was constantly flowing out

She tried to calm her emotions and try to make her voice seem flat, "what's up?"

"I miss you very much. It's the biggest thing in my life," Lu Jingshen said with a stuffed nose. "I have nothing to do. I just miss you very much."

How long has it been... How long has Lu Jingshen not been like this, with some coquetry?

At the beginning, Lu Jingshen was very attached to her. Can you imagine that a cold man spoiled his girlfriend

[Qingcheng, I just like you, I just like you...]

[ye Qingcheng, if you don't be my girlfriend, I will... I will...]

What about you

[I have to think of another way...]

In the past, every time ye Qingcheng was angry, Lu Jingshen would coax her to be happy, but with the increase of time, the deeper the feelings, the harder it was to lose face

Because I think it's been so long, does the other party understand?

So ye Qingcheng always said, "Lu Jingshen, I hate you like this. Are you like a boy? Whose boyfriend has something to do, like you..."

[Lu Jingshen, I don't like...]

[Qingcheng, don't you really like it?]

[no, I hate it!]

When that kind of arrogant talk too much, she always takes it seriously slowly. Lu Jingshen doesn't stick to her in her anger to make her happy, but let her calm down alone

And ye Qingcheng, who is uncomfortable and sulky, obviously wants him to coax himself more

This is often the case. The deeper the feelings, the more intense the irony. When the other party is serious

Love is a fool and a mute. A fool is good to a mute. A mute can't speak. Over time, the fool also left

Ye Qingcheng was suddenly sour for no reason, as if the time had suddenly returned to a few years ago.

Tears are the slightest no sign of rolling down, down the cheeks, and finally wet the new sheets.

"Qingcheng, don't cry... I heard your voice of tears," Lu Jingshen can always detect her small fluctuations, "I love it."

"It has nothing to do with you... Just lost your eyes."

Ye Qingcheng tried to make his voice pretend to be good, "we are in the past."

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