Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The woman has dark hair, fluffy little curls, pulled up high, the crown of golden leaves, her chin is proud, her eyes are indifferent and clear, like a sudden forest queen!

For a moment, Yan overwhelmed all the women present!

Next to her, especially standing tall men, dark red court suits with gold embroidery consistent with the pattern on women's long skirts.

His boots were lined even more domineering.

"Oh, that's Aubrey..."

"It's Aubrey. He's so handsome...!"

"But who is the woman next to him? His girlfriend?"

"No, he can't have a girlfriend... He has a fiancee, Miss Blanche."

"It's not a girlfriend... Why did you bring it here? You know, all the people invited here are family members of the Oriental family..."

"Maybe some lucky lady? They just came in together..."

"It's so beautiful. It looks like it's only 18 or 19..."

The women talked privately.

Ye Qingcheng felt that all the realization of the people around him seemed to fall on them.

It looks like a 6-storey castle. Looking up, it is a dazzling dome with fine golden color paintings. The patterns are mainly gold, red and blue, which is noble.

The dense golden carving poles and those fences look like the complicated cake skirts of the women present, layer after layer

In the hall closest to the stairs, there are more than 20 people sitting there. They all look like they are in their 40s.

Those women dress somewhat differently.

In the middle seat sat a slightly old looking Western woman with gray hair pulled up high, dignified and proud.

She was wearing a broad brown gold robe with huge bubble sleeves. The wrist was decorated with full lace cuffs. The high collar was surrounded by white feathers and pearls into a huge stacked round collar. The back neck almost touched her high bun. The brown gold robe obviously had no skirt support, and pure silk hung down soft.

Next to her, there are more than 10 women in their 40s. They are dark blue embroidered court skirts, with the neckline dug under and the chest - part supported by the chest, which makes their breasts more popular. Their skirt design is more elegant and the color is more rich and mature.

Next to the man standing, a unified 18th century palace style robe.

Ye Qingcheng guessed that it should be his family?

"It's the older generation of the Oriental family, such as uncles, aunts and the head. It's the oldest nanny of the family, my father's nanny... Now 89 years old."

Dongfang Shijin noticed Ye Qingcheng's doubts and explained in a low voice.

"Are all present?"

People around are watching them. Foreign men come to talk to Dongfang Shijin from time to time.

She vaguely understood the other party's questions: "is this your girlfriend?", "who is she?", "your lover?" and so on.

She also hugged them and touched their cheeks out of etiquette and meaning.

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