Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

There are also some pictures of them.

But there is no separate picture of him.

The photos are listed in the exact order of her age.

Ye Qingcheng raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes. There were moist tears on the back of his hand.

Suddenly, a pair of warm and dry hands gently wiped away her tears. When touching her cheek, there was even a slight coarse feeling.

Ye Qingcheng saw that there were small scars on his hand.

"Don't tell me you did everything here." Ye Qingcheng tried to control his trembling voice, but it was still difficult.

"I want to give you a home," Lu Jingshen wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "except... I can't weave carpets."

"Why did you do this..."

"Do you want to go up and have a look?" Lu Jingshen didn't answer her question. The door was open, the sun was shining high outside, and the warm golden bright sun shone in. He was against the light, and ye Qingcheng could see the depth of his facial features outlined by the backlight light.

Those dark brown eyes were pure, with all kinds of tenderness flowing in them.

On his face, the deep fatigue was replaced by a kind of love... He couldn't see her tears.

Ye Qingcheng sucked his nose and turned his face. The thick palm crossed her face.

Ye Qingcheng stepped on the wooden stairs. The entrance of the stairs was a room. Ye Qingcheng opened the door. It was really a bedroom with a pink tone.

The White Velvet quilt on the big bed, white carved railings on all sides of the bed, and white bed yarn floating

The ivory white wardrobe on the right, through the open cabinet door, even has added good clothes——

Women's dresses and summer clothes are all pink, purple, white, light blue and other colors that ye Qingcheng used to wear.

Then open the cabinet on the right. There are sweaters, coats, bottomed skirts, trousers

Clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter are hung inside.

There are some books she likes to read on the bedside table.

Large wooden rocking chairs on the balcony, low tatami, white vases, lush orchids

It's all what she thought.

Ye Qingcheng didn't go inside again. A gust of wind blew, the white screen curtain in front of the French window blew, and the bed curtain of the big bed shook slightly

Even through the balcony, we can see that the bright red wild roses surrounded outside are growing luxuriantly, and the air is soaked with strong flower fragrance.

This scene is as beautiful as it should be in a fairy tale.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes kept shaking. In the past, the dust laden scenes by her poured into her mind

I like the house. There must be an open balcony, and then... There must be a place to read books

[I like the big bed with curtains on all sides...]

The past was like a flood that opened the gate. Ye Qingcheng raised her hand, rubbed her nose and turned around. When she went out, she looked at other rooms, which were still blank.

All she did was make her bedroom.

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