Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Dongfang Shijin's eyes looked at the sky outside. A depressed heart had an uncontrollable feeling

"Young master," the door was pushed open, and a maid came in with a large bouquet of roses, "the roses airlifted from France have been delivered."

“……”

"Young master, this is your customized rose gift box."

The maid came in, and the whole room seemed to become a sea of flowers. The king size bed was full of flowers

And the floor is full of rose baskets

Dongfang Shijin didn't look back. He stood in front of the window, took out a small wooden box from his pocket, opened it, and there was a ring in it.

A ring that is exquisite enough to impress everyone.

A dark blue heart-shaped diamond in the middle, surrounded by fine white diamonds, was made by his family's jewelers in a hurry for 72 hours day and night, and the design drawings were designed by him for ye Qingcheng a long time ago

Never thought of another day like this

Dongfang Shijin took out the ring from the brocade box and put it in the palm of his hand, like holding Ye Qingcheng's hand.

He doesn't know how to make ye Qingcheng change his mind. Some people say that the ring is the best choice, because the ring represents love. A person can only have one love in his life.

His only love is Ye Qingcheng.

"Click -"

He closed the brocade box gently.

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When ye Qingcheng opened her eyes, Dongfang Shikai's car had stopped and opened her eyes. It was indeed her villa.

Ye Qingcheng didn't have any bags. She walked so abruptly this time that she didn't have time to take anything.

"Thank you," Ye Qingcheng pushed open the door. It should be just dawn. The air is very wet and cold. As soon as he got off the bus, his legs felt cold.

"It's a little effort," Dongfang Shikai smiled lightly, "but are you really sure you won't come back to him?"

"No." Ye Qingcheng lowered his head and slammed the door. The window fell and saw Dongfang Shikai's face.

He still played with that pair of sunglasses in his hand and blew a kiss at her, "these two months, it's your dream."

"HMM." Ye Qingcheng stood there and watched Dongfang Shikai's car go away gradually.

One of her hearts seemed to have been evacuated. The original dream of two months ended so soon.

Dongfang Shijin should be going back to England, right?

Between them... There's nothing.

Ye Qingcheng felt as if she had been hollowed out and stood in place for a while. Finally, because the air outside was too cold, she turned around. Her villa was still like that. The wild roses planted in front of the door were shapeless and surrounded frantically.

Last time, the flower bed here was crushed and withered by the car of Dongfang Shijin. Now, how vigorous the vitality of wild roses is