Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

When the car stopped, another half an hour had passed.

Ye Qingcheng pushed open the door and got off. After a few steps, her heart suddenly hurt more.

In front of her is surrounded by dense green plants, large areas of bright red wild roses are in full bloom, the soil is still new, surrounded by low white fences.

Behind this large cluster of bright and blooming wild roses is a small white villa. On both sides of the villa are low wooden platforms with rattan swings and round tables. Even in front of the door, there are two cushions made of soft wool.

Ye Qingcheng said that he likes to have a villa in the mountains and forests. With the people he loves, there must be green plants and wild roses on both sides. If he can face the sea behind, it would be the best

Ye Qingcheng walked along the path on both sides of the wild rose. Sure enough, he could hear the sound of the waves.

When she came back, Lu Jingshen just parked his car. It was obvious that the villa had not been completed, and there were some scattered sawdust at the door.

Several boards were placed in front of the rattan swing in front of the door.

The rattan swing is wrapped with dense flowers.

Ye Qingcheng's sight shook. Suddenly there was something like fog in her eyes, which gradually blurred her sight.

She walked forward a few steps and stepped on the wooden door platform. There was a soft sound.

In front of the door hung an oval sign, hung down by vines covered with green leaves and flowers, with beautiful characters on it——

[Qingcheng house]

Next to it, two birds snuggling together were hand drawn, and the bird on the left held a rose in its mouth.

Ye Qingcheng's footsteps stopped and her mind flashed across Lu Yunshen's engagement banquet that day. When she first entered Lu Jingshen's bedroom, there was a model of a villa.

Now, the real appearance of the villa is here.

Ye Qingcheng still remembers that there are small lights on the eaves.

Her eyes fell down, and with a "pat -" sound, a drop of tears rolled down on the wooden floor, quickly dense, and seeped into the gap of the board.

Ye Qingcheng tried hard to resist his bitterness.

The white wooden door was unlocked. It should have not been done yet. She stretched out her hand and pushed it gently, and the door opened.

The scene inside is not complete, but it is obvious that this is a replica of the villa model.

In the living room, there are all kinds of dolls Ye Qingcheng likes most. The sofa is soft and goose yellow. It must have carefully woven cushions, and a thick carpet is paved on the floor.

There are many dolls on the sofa.

There are even four picture frames on the cabinet in front of the TV——

Ye Qingcheng leaned on his shoulder. Ye Qingcheng smiled under the street lamp. Ye Qingcheng puffed up his mouth and stared at him. He even pinched her cheek

The eyes are slightly moist. These are the dream houses that ye Qingcheng has described for many years. The living room has not been decorated. Many places are still blank, and even light wood chips fall.

Walking forward, at the corner of the stairs, you can see a whole wall full of photo frames.

It's all her.

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