Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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The Oriental world brocade of various postures, he is so handsome, arrogant and domineering!

Ye Qingcheng looked at it one after another.

His eyes are deep, like the vast Milky way, inside is the cold desert. His knife cut the bridge of his nose, and his thin lips pursed a cruel arc.

The natural dignity and domineering spirit belong to the Oriental world brocade alone.

The bright crystal lamp shed a low extravagant golden light.

The spacious wooden stairs and the color of logs are carved with angels in different shapes on each column, or stand on tiptoe with a magic wand in hand, or squat on the ground with huge wings on the back... In different shapes.

The oil painting on the wall on the right side of the stairs is a medieval retro style, and the color is lower and darker. For example, the Oriental Shijin sits on a master's chair, his slender legs overlap, and a scarlet curtain is scattered under his feet, followed by a pure black background

He is as domineering as the emperor of the night!

"All these paintings are painted by hired Royal painters. From the young master's childhood to the age of 27, there will be a new painting every year. We prefer portraits because they are more realistic and can highlight the young master's temperament..."

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"Be careful -"

Ye Qingcheng only went down the stairs without looking at her feet. If Mrs. Anna hadn't helped her in time, she would almost fall down the stairs and twist her feet.

"Thank you," Ye Qingcheng pursed her lips slightly. She still liked this woman.

Although it looks very strict, it is still kind.

After going downstairs, ye Qingcheng was still stunned by this extremely luxurious hall.

They are all low dark golden tones, huge vault carvings, and densely inlaid with broken gold.

The golden retro court chair has a dark blue back and cushion with complicated patterns.

Sen's silver glass round table, the lower four corner arched outward iron table corner, above is a white gold carved pointed vase with scarlet wild roses.

A pure gold fruit plate with neatly placed fruits.

The scarlet curtain hung down and covered the thick night outside, but through the gap, you can still see the court lights lit outside.

The luxury here dazzles her.

Mrs Anna led her to the restaurant. The thick gold has dazzled her.

The ivory walls are haloed into low luxury golden light, the ceiling of the dome, arc doors and windows, and the huge long dining table 22 meters long.

The golden tassel tablecloth fell.

There are 48 gold court candlesticks burning on the table, and the silver dinner cover reflects a bright light.

Ye Qingcheng, with his skirt, thought for a moment that he had crossed to the European Court in the 19th century.

She took the first seat. Mrs. Anna told her that Dongfang Shijin would not come back for dinner today.

The maid opened the dinner cover one by one. Inside was a fine steak, dotted with frankincense and scarlet roses, which aroused people's appetite.

Steamed squirrel mandarin fish, braised sea cucumber with scallion in high soup, stewed tofu with fish head