Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng held the small bottle in her hand. The bottle was slightly cold. She held it tightly and hurt in her hand. She slowly put it back.

What's the use of her taking this?

Do you have anything to block yourself

Will you not remind yourself of these things all the time when you bring your promises that can never be realized?

Ye Qingcheng still put the glass bottle back. Before she left, she looked around the whole big bedroom.

The pure wooden floor of the bedroom, now at this moment, the sun has risen.

In the limpid halo of the warm color, it seemed as if she had seen one day, sitting in front of the dressing table, and leaning forward slightly, smeared with her lipstick.

When he stood at the door against the light and strode towards her, he had a wanton smile on his face, even more dazzling than the sun.

His eyes are like the vast universe, gently painting a lipstick for her.

At that time, only her face was reflected in his eyes.

The picture is slowly blurred. There is a faint mist surging up in front of Ye Qingcheng. There is nothing in front of the dressing table. That beautiful picture is disillusioned in a moment.

Ye Qingcheng sucked his nose, turned and closed the bedroom door. He always felt... These days, it's like a dream, psychedelic and unreal

When he went downstairs, Ma Zai made a request to send her. Ye Qingcheng didn't refuse. Ma Zai asked two bodyguards to carry her suitcase.

When she came, she had nothing. When she left, she took everything related to him.

Ye Qingcheng thought of a word at the right time. If you go, I won't send you away; When you come, I will pick you up no matter how heavy the storm is.

When going downstairs, ye Qingcheng never had the courage to look back and take another look at this empty villa. It looks like a glass house in a fairy tale

Out of the villa, there was no car to send her. The scenery here was still so beautiful, with tall, dense shrubs and the sound of birds

Ye Qingcheng walked alone in front, and the horse followed not far behind her.

It's strange that when this day came, she didn't have any superfluous emotions, no joy, no liberation, but just a piece of her heart, completely empty

The wild sea breeze seemed to escape to her limbs and bones through the hole in her heart.

Dongfang Shijin stood in front of the window of his own bedroom in the study on the second floor. A pair of eyes fell into the deep sea, soaked with the deep hole and empty pain.

A pair of powerful hands clung tightly to the railing by the window, almost breaking.

The little figure downstairs was obviously much thinner. She walked forward without looking back——

If she looks back at him, Dongfang Shijin will rush downstairs to keep her.

But, No.

The Oriental world brocade has bent its lips, and its desolate smile looks sour.

She left without looking back.

The first love in his life ended quietly.

Dongfang Shijin stood at the window until the horse came back half an hour later.

The Oriental world brocade is like a sculpture.

"Young master, Miss Ye has left."

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