Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Suddenly, ye Qingcheng seemed to see her and Lu Jingshen in the past.

Also holding hands, she always likes to take a walk after dinner. In fact, she doesn't like the process of walking much, but every walk can be accompanied by Lu Jingshen.

[Qingcheng] the style at night is cool, and her long hair is blown with her white train.

The background is the people in twos and threes behind, including lovers walking hand in hand, and people who come out to relax after dinner. The lights on the road are bright, and there are people returning home

Against the background of these pictures, her soul stirring beauty is like a fairy at night.

He gently raised his hand and tucked a strand of broken hair behind her ear.

Qingjun's face was as cold as ever, but his dark black eyes were full of tenderness when looking at her alone.

She smiled and approached him, and he took her in his arms.

His breath is light and pleasant. It's a faint smell of vegetation. It's so comfortable.

The handsome face is like the bright moonlight at night, reflected on the lotus pond. Every ripple is his tenderness and lightness.

He smiled low.

Ye Qingcheng gently closed his eyes and could feel his warm body temperature and the beating of his chest.

Next to the music fountain, the water splashed high and danced with the music.

Lowering his eyes, their shadows were pulled so long that he was a head taller than her and always liked to put his chin on her head.

The two of them hugged each other. The scene was so beautiful that everyone couldn't help stopping

It's always a dull and happy time to press the road with your loved ones.

"What are you looking at?" Dongfang Shijin took her shoulder overbearing and looked straight ahead at her.

Looking down, Dongfang Shijin didn't see anything unusual.

It's just a music fountain, and it's obviously not time to spray water. Many people sit there waiting for the cool after dinner.

There are several leisurely aunts practicing square dance with uncle, but they don't turn on music.

There were also several children jumping there, followed by young parents laughing and catching up.

This picture is warm and plain.

Dongfang Shijin narrowed his eyes slightly and swept the surrounding scenes. It was obviously strange, but it made people relax.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were sour. He took a deep breath and forced his tears back.

On the night of early May, the evening wind was slightly cool.

Suddenly, the whole person was pressed into a chest, and ye Qingcheng's face was hurt, "Why are you --"

"Don't talk." the low voice was pleasant and clear.

Ye Qingcheng had to be silent, but his face hurt

Especially the nose.

Between the nose wings are pure male flavor, mixed with light cigar flavor.

A man's chest is like a wall, which resists the coolness of the evening wind for her.

"You're hurting me..." Ye Qingcheng couldn't help but make a stuffy voice to remind him. He wanted to bear it. As a result, a few minutes later, the man didn't feel like letting go. If it goes on like this, the bridge of her nose will be broken.

The strong and spacious embrace is loose.

Ye Qingcheng turned his head and breathed the air, but suddenly saw a shadow on one side.

In an instant, ye Qingcheng thought he was dreaming, blinked and walked towards a convenience restaurant.

Almost subconsciously, ye Qingcheng immediately broke away from the man's arms.