Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The man who was arrogant and arrogant suddenly fell down and fell asleep. Ye Qingcheng's heart was full of pain like a needle

She picked up his hand and gently pasted it on her face. Her voice trembled a little, "Oriental world brocade... I don't want you to scare me like this..."

“……”

"You must have nothing..." Ye Qingcheng's tears fell, caught off guard, hit his hand and slid down slowly along his hand.

Dongfang Shijin was sleeping, and no one answered her.

The bright light in the room shrouded her little figure, and ye Qingcheng's heart was in pain, "Oriental world brocade... Wake up early... Don't scare me..."

Ye Qingcheng forced to close his eyes. His big palm seemed to have no strength, but it was hot. Just now, ye Qingcheng's tears evaporated a little

"Oriental world brocade..."

She whispered, the pain in her heart

She's so scared. She's afraid of what's wrong with the Oriental world brocade. She's so afraid... She doesn't dare to think. What if he has something to do

For the first time in her life, she was so scared.

It's like

Since her parents died when she was 8 years old, her world has always been incomplete and insecure. It's like a house made of thatch, which can withstand the wind and rain, but it's shaky. It's like a big rainstorm. The house is in danger of collapse.

Until she was 21 years old, he met Dongfang Shijin. He so overbearing broke into her world and took her to an invincible house with him regardless of her wishes. There was warmth, her peace of mind and his arms

It was not easy to stabilize. She was brought to this solid and warm world by him from such a thatched house without shelter from the wind and rain

Now he's down.

She doesn't want this kind of warmth that has been used to life... Suddenly disappear.

She won't.

She's so scared now

Ye Qingcheng was afraid that he was gone, that her world would collapse again, and that... She returned to the collapsed world and had nothing. She panicked every day

The hot tears fell uncontrollably, and ye Qingcheng's sky was dark, as if he could not see the marginal fog

"How long will you cry?"

The dull voice suddenly sounded, with a thick hoarseness, "cough..."

Ye Qingcheng was shocked and raised her head. Her eyelashes were still stained with tears. A pair of originally clear eyes were washed by tears with thick fog

"Dongfang Shijin, are you better?" Ye Qingcheng asked him anxiously, with a thick fog in his eyes.

"Don't cry," the Dongfang Shijin relay raised his hand, but his strength was floating. There was a strong emotion in his eyes... It seemed to resent his present appearance.

Even raise your hand

Ye Qingcheng grabbed his hand and put it on his cheek to understand what he wanted to do.

Dongfang Shijin's fingers moved slightly, as if to remove the tears from her face.

Her eyelashes are still wet

The mirror image in front of Dongfang Shijin shook slightly, blurring Ye Qingcheng's face. He focused his eyes hard. Ye Qingcheng's eyes stained with tears made his heart and head like being stabbed by a thorn.