Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

He drank too much and couldn't stand. Looking at her in front of him, his long hair and waist were still slightly curled. He wore a mint blue Strapless skirt and a high split design, which was very charming and elegant

Just like in his memory, many years ago, she sat on the swing shaking two slender legs waiting for him.

Behind her is Wutong drifting profusely and disorderly, and the flowers are falling in a floral fashion.

When she saw his arrival, she raised a faint smile on her lips, [depth of field, I'm here...]

Her smile is really brighter than the dazzling sunshine that day. Her beauty is soul stirring, and the surrounding scenery is fading rapidly

The whole world is not as good as her smile.

Ren is the world with thousands of stars, mountains, rivers and rivers, less than half your eyebrows and eyes

Lu Jingshen looked at her eyes and seemed to become blurred slowly. She stood only meters away from him.

Lu Jingshen's steps stumbled, strode over and hugged her hard, "Qingcheng... Qingcheng..."

Ye Qingcheng's head is a little blank. He just kept looking at her with that kind of eyes

The sudden embrace is mixed with the fragrance of his exclusive plants and trees, as well as a strong smell of wine.

His embrace was like a soldering iron, tightly hooping her, making her breathing repressed.

It's obviously very uncomfortable. Ye Qingcheng wants air very much, but she can't bear to push him away. Listening to his whispering her name in her ear, her heart will be drunk

Ye Qingcheng's hands hung on both sides of his body and let him hold

"I... did I hurt you..."

After a long time, Lu Jingshen seemed to remember that a pair of good-looking Danfeng eyes almost overflowed with regret and remorse.

"No..."

That embracing power and familiar breath took away her breath for a moment. Ye Qingcheng didn't respond at all. He hurriedly lowered his head and trimmed his messy long hair.

His clean white hand pulled down her hand and held it tightly in his palm, "I... I have something to show you..."

Ye Qingcheng's brain was at a loss for a moment. Looking at Lu Jingshen, it was like the joy of giving her a little surprise many years ago

Lu Jingshen held her hand tightly, warm and dry, and walked towards his bedroom.

This is the first time ye Qingcheng entered his bedroom. In the past, due to Mrs. Lu and her lack of the habit of entering the bedroom at will, she always waited in his living room.

This is the first time ye Qingcheng came in.

A simple big bed, black and white style.

Next to a large desk, there is a model of a small villa that has been assembled, and some materials are scattered next to it.

The wires have been plugged in, and the flashing lights set off the hand-made villa more glittering and warm.

His bedroom is neat, with a list of bookshelves, hand molds... And a small electronic magnifying glass, which is obviously also used by hand.

Ye Qingcheng walked in and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

In front of the whole wall opposite the big bed, there was a shelf as big as the wall covered with a red cloth.

Ye Qingcheng looked like he drank too much and walked a little unsteady, but when he came to the wall, he was strangely clear.

He raised his hand, and the red cloth fell slowly like petals all over the sky.