Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The dark blue gem reflected her face.

Ye Qingcheng closed her eyes slightly and touched the ring with one hand. She knew that in these days, she missed the Oriental world brocade so much

Now I'm finally coming back to him.

Ye Qingcheng knows that his family is still the biggest difficulty, but she also knows that whether a relationship can end or not depends 90% on men

What if Dongfang Shijin is really so firm?

Really so determined to be with her?

"Oriental world brocade."

Ye Qingcheng turned his head slightly. He was tying the last button.

"Huh?"

"Do you believe me?"

"Of course, you are not the only one who believes in you, and you are the only one who loves you."

"How long do you think... You will treat me...?"

“lifetime。”

Ye Qingcheng's lips unconsciously spilled a faint smile. If he was so firm... Ye Qingcheng was willing to try to be with him without scruples.

Man, there is only one life, she thought. She is willing to give him and herself a chance to try.

This time, she thought... She would try to follow her heart.

When the two of them returned to the villa, Ma Zai was talking on the phone with his mobile phone. He saw Dongfang Shijin coming back. He strode over, and he saw Ye Qingcheng behind Dongfang Shijin

When his eyes fell on their hands, the horse understood, "Miss Ye."

"..." Ye Qingcheng nodded. Dongfang Shijin took the mobile phone in Ma Zai's hand, answered and led Ye Qingcheng upstairs.

When he opened the bedroom door, ye Qingcheng was stunned.

The big bed is full of bright red roses. There are even clusters of rose baskets on the ground. There are clusters of red roses in the whole room

Maybe it's because of the night. The roses withered slightly, but they were carefully sprayed with water mist by women, so the petals were still straight.

It is not difficult to guess that this was yesterday... The Oriental world brocade may be waiting for her to create a surprise.

Ye Qingcheng released his hand and went forward. There was a piece of paper in the rose bushes. Ye Qingcheng picked it up and opened it. There was a line of English font on it——

【To-my-one-one-true-love。】

When ye Qingcheng looked back, Dongfang Shijin just hung up his mobile phone and was caught by a soft body.

Dongfang Shijin puts down his mobile phone and ye Qingcheng runs over and hugs him.

"What's the matter?" Dongfang Shijin gently stroked her long hair, and ye Qingcheng's height reached his shoulder.

"Nothing..." Ye Qingcheng buried his face in his chest, feeling stuffy in his heart.

She couldn't tell where this feeling came from. She was really moved to see the roses in the room

Dongfang Shijin's smile was a little spoiled. He raised his hand and hugged her deeper. A gentle kiss fell on the top of his hair. His treasure seemed to be finally recovered

"Qingcheng, I love you..." his slightly lower voice melted thousands of spring breeze, like warm sunshine.

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