Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Dongfang Shijin was very satisfied with Ye Qingcheng's initiative. Around her waist, she carried her to the other side of the hall.

The family's animal trainer is training the little monkey to make human movements and even laugh.

The one in the back is dressed like an ancient Indian, with a white robe and a hat wrapped around a round white cotton cloth. He has a cluster of goatee on his mouth and a pure wooden flute in his hand.

At his feet stood a basket made of yellow bamboo.

In his hand, he picked up the ancient pastoral flute, and the melodious and mysterious music sounded.

"Silky -"

"La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la"

"Sizzling, sizzling -"

After a series of slight sounds, a pure black king cobra vomited scarlet letters and slowly shook out of the basket.

This scene suddenly surprised the lady next to her.

Unexpectedly, the little monkey who was tumbling was obviously startled and jumped up the trainer's shoulder.

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Dongfang Shiyu was a little angry. His steps were sharp and fast, and he strode up the spiral ladder on the second floor.

Above the hanging ladder, on the second floor, are rows of dark gold doors. Similarly, this is also a lounge, but only people from the Oriental family can enter.

In the lounge on each floor, corresponding personnel are arranged to enter.

Guards standing on both sides stood with guns. All the paintings on the walls were medieval paintings, and all the characters were members of the Oriental family.

Dongfang Shiyu suddenly stopped in front of a huge painting.

The woman in the painting is dressed in a loose white lace nightdress, with long dark chestnut hair reaching her waist. Her head is wearing a wreath woven with light colored petals.

She sat in a high chair, her legs hanging bare - revealing porcelain white skin.

That pair of dark gray pupils seemed to see through people's heart, ethereal and clear.

Havila's face wore a light smile, like a cool summer wind, mixed with the smell of roses in the air

He seemed to be able to imagine that on her 18th birthday, in the courtyard of the Oriental family, there was a pure gold pavilion with complex blue and white hand-painted court patterns and large wild rose bushes outside.

Two excellent court painters, with a 2-meter-high canvas in front of them, began to paint portraits one after another.

[Vera, smile, your expression is stiff.]

[Dongfang Shiyu, go away... I don't want you on my 18th birthday portrait!]

Why don't we change our posture? I can hold you...]

[go away -]

Dongfang Shiyu's heart paused and took a deep breath. When the painting was half finished, a man riding a horse flashed by the flower hall.

Havila's figure immediately ran out, "Aubrey, brother, I'm here..."