Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Hello?" she was scooping white gourd soup.

"I don't think so?" it seems that some voices can be heard in the east world brocade. Obviously, it should be a quiet place away from the banquet.

"What do you think?" Ye Qingcheng is still somewhat not very interesting, because Mrs. Anna is still here at the moment.

"I want to hear from you."

"Click -" a sound, like the sound of fire box collision. Then, ye Qingcheng heard the sound of smoking from there.

"Don't smoke. It's bad for your health," Ye Qingcheng said to remind him with a slight meal.

"OK." Dongfang Shijin is outside a castle. The slender man holds a cigarette in his hand. After listening to Ye Qingcheng's words, he still throws the cigarette on the ground and runs it out.

"I may go back later today," said Dongfang Shijin. The castle is brightly lit. "I'm in Inverness, the northernmost city in Britain. Now the banquet is not over... I'll go back in the early morning."

"OK," Ye Qingcheng heard this answer, and his Inexplicable heart was a little empty. "What kind of party is it?"

"Nothing, it's not a very important thing," said the Oriental Shijin. A new Waltz was played in the castle. On the spire of the sharp tower, there was a pure black and high-spirited Unicorn statue, which was the symbol of Scotland. "It's an admiring party."

The white gourd soup Ye Qingcheng drank seemed to have a light taste. It was a banquet at Mu Enron's house

"There are a lot of people at the banquet here, just like yesterday," Dongfang Shijin noticed the change of Ye Qingcheng's mood and told her the difference here, "Inverness is a very beautiful city, which still retains the scale of medieval England. There are large green areas and beautifully trimmed trees. The castle here is also different from that in London... Inverness's castle is more like Gothic architecture, with sharp spires everywhere..."

“……”

Holding the microphone, ye Qingcheng listened to the description of Dongfang Shijin while eating the food in front of him.

She gently closed her eyes. The night wind here is very cool, mixed with a strong fragrance of plants and trees, like waves.

She seems to be able to imagine that beautiful picture.

"Here comes the circus today," said Dongfang Shijin, leaning against a huge ancient Roman carving column. "There is a special circus performance in the castle. I'll take you to see it when I get back."

"OK."

Ye Qingcheng answered calmly. Mrs. Anna smiled at her. The sky had been stained with a thick dark blue, and the shadow of the tree was mottled and thick.

The forest blue tablecloth fluttered slightly, the candles on the table were blown by the wind, and the jumping flames plated a warm halo on the exquisite food on the table.

The palace lights below light up in turn

Such a life seems to be extremely quiet, but ye Qingcheng also knows that as long as Mu Enron is still there

Which time bomb will explode sooner or later.

Their wedding date should be approaching, right?

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