Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Oriental world brocade," Ye Qingcheng suddenly opened his mouth. The stars in the sky were bright and seemed to flash. The wind gently blew in, with the cool summer night and the wanton aroma of wild roses.

They are on the second floor. They can easily see the large enchanting red roses surrounded below. They are particularly enchanting against the background of the night.

This summer night seems to be slowly becoming gentle and rippling.

"Hmm?" he replied.

"I want to..." Ye Qingcheng opened his mouth and hesitated slightly for a few seconds.

His eyes, like hers, looked faintly at the stars in the distance.

"I think... You are a very important person to me," Ye Qingcheng bit his lip. "At least... Every time I see you lose your temper and look at you when you feel bad, I will be distressed..."

What is like a person?

Ye Qingcheng's understanding is very simple. He has seen his ugliest appearance and experienced his worst temper... But he still can't help but want to be good to him.

This is not cheap, but her purest understanding of feelings.

Dongfang Shijin lowered his eyes. Thick Yin's eyes seemed to be this night. He stretched out his hand to embrace Ye Qingcheng and put his pointed chin against her shoulder,.

Ye Qingcheng is still very thin. She is pregnant, but her stomach is not very obvious.

Ye Qingcheng's hand fell on her hand and suddenly felt empty.

However, before she opened her mouth, Dongfang Shijin had noticed, "now do you know you regret mortgaging the ring?"

"... you know?"

"I know you're missing a hair," said Dongfang Shijin. His voice was magnetic and mellow. His hand wanted to touch next to him and felt a pure black velvet box like a magic trick.

"Click -"

Open the box.

The blue heart-shaped diamond is suffused with an extremely demonic and evil light, and the small white broken diamonds around are very bright under the night light.

Ye Qingcheng reached out and took down the ring from the box. Dongfang Shijin slowly put it on her hand for her.

"No matter what happens in the future, don't take it off," his voice crumpled in the night, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, and floated into her heart. "This is the first and only time."

"OK." Ye Qingcheng answered and suddenly remembered something, "by the way... Or... Will you go back to England in six days?"

"Well," replied Dongfang Shijin, "go back in the evening in six days."

Ye Qingcheng looked up and felt a faint sense of loss.

Her sight stopped on the shelf next to her, and there was a bright light shining faintly in the corner.

Ye Qingcheng raised his hand and took it off the shelf. It was the glass bottle.

It is filled with fine sand. Two complete shells are placed on it. Under the polishing of years, the white shells have a thick luster, small circles, as if they were the marks of time.

It's their vicissitudes.

Ye Qingcheng's hands held the small glass bottle. The cool touch of the sand passed through the glass bottle and slowly became warm

This is their vicissitudes

Ye Qingcheng closed his eyes slightly, and behind him was the hard and warm embrace of Dongfang Shijin.

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