Little Runaway Wife:Enter the Wrong President's Room

All of a sudden, ou zhehao let go of her and let out a low voice. The sweat oozed from his forehead. His big hand holding her waist was tight. He ordered in a hoarse voice: "sleep!"

"Sleep?" Blue heart Yue immediately feel at a loss, she couldn't believe blinked, looked back at him.

Has been a big hand quickly pressed her head, and then forced to cover her eyes, eyes suddenly a dark.

"Sleep!" He again issued a forbearance of the command sound, the whole body muscles are tense and uncomfortable.

Since he met LAN Xinyue, his self-control, which he was proud of, always couldn't resist the temptation in front of her, and easily disintegrated without any effort.

During this period of time, he would not dare to embrace her until she fell asleep every night. Otherwise, as long as he saw her winking at him, he would be unable to restrain his desire for him. Even he was surprised that his desire for her had reached such an uncontrollable level.

"Oh Blue heart Yue took a breath, nest in ou zhehao's arms turned over, and then back to him, closed his eyes. He did not want her, her heart slightly calm down.

Ou zhehao fidgeted with her hair behind LAN Xinyue, and watched her curl up in his chest like a kitten. The creamy skin in the moonlight was more attractive. His tall body couldn't help tightening again.

Damn, he took a low breath. Although he tried to bear it, the feeling of his delicate body still made him hot and dry.

At this time, blue heart Yue suddenly opened his eyes, twisted a few body, struggling for a while, "can not hold so tight?"

Ou zhehao's reason is almost collapsed at this moment. If he didn't think that she was his wife, he would have a lot of opportunities to get her in the future. He would not have been able to control it and asked her at this moment.

"If you don't want to sleep, we can do something else!" He lowered his voice, his bright eyes locked her tightly, and there was a burning flame in his eyes.

Feeling the heat behind, LAN Xinyue's expression froze, immediately closed his eyes, "I'm talking in my sleep!"

Ou zhehao picked her eyebrows and looked at her scarlet cheek for a while without saying a word. A light smile flashed in her eyes. He leaned his head towards her and felt the breath of LAN Xinyue. Then he closed his eyes.

For several days, LAN Xinyue wakes up in ou zhehao's arms, and she is tightly wrapped by his strong breath.

He tried his best to please her. In order to win her favor these days, he forbeared that he didn't want her any more.

Although LAN Xinyue's attitude to him is cold and clear on the surface, she is still touched by him, especially the way he works hard every time. She really wants to say that it's OK. Maybe it's good to follow him.

But at the thought of brother Ou's death, she couldn't let go for a long time.

She can't forgive him at all!

Even if he really loves himself more than everything, he can't resist his hatred for him after all!

On the last day, their ship finally arrived at the port of Europe and was about to transship to the port of Paris.

Blue sky, blue sea, golden sun hanging high in the sky, streamer slowly falling down, sprinkled on the sea level.

LAN Xinyue stood in front of the French window, her eyes slowly turning, and her thoughts were melancholy. Did she follow this man to a strange country?

She felt that everything was like a dream, and her marriage to ou zhehao was a dream, an unreal and confused dream.

Outside the door, suddenly there is a slight sound, blue heart Yue immediately straightened his back, holding his breath looked in the past.

A few seconds later, the figure of Ou zhehao came in.

"Here we are

He bent his head to gaze at LAN Xinyue's face, then took her white hand and walked out of the boat.

The luxury extended luxury car has been waiting for them on the shore.

After the lengthened luxury car, followed by a long motorcade, bodyguards stood on both sides, solemnly saluted them.

"Yue'er, you are tired after such a long journey. You need to rest. Come on

Ou zhehao suddenly pulled her hand thoughtfully and got into this luxurious and expensive extended luxury car.

They are sitting in the back carriage. Ou zhehao holds LAN Xinyue in his warm arms. He kisses her soft hair and says:

"This is where I grew up. You can do anything here in the future."

He grew up in Paris.

After driving for about an hour and a half, the car stopped in front of a large iron gate. The people inside seemed to know that they were coming back. The gate opened and the car drove slowly into the castle. The gate closed automatically, isolating the contact with the outside world.

Blue heart Yue sitting in the car looking out of the window, can not help but take a breath, this is simply a retro style castle.

The outer wall of the castle is at least six or seven meters high, with people patrolling back and forth. The inner wall is three or four meters high, and there is a perforation every other section of the wall to prevent foreign enemies. The whole wall is surrounded by a green valley, which looks like an Italian style circular garden from the outside.

"Is this all yours? Are they your people? " LAN Xinyue asked unbelievable questions. Looking at the show, they seem to have come to a strange country, and Ou zhehao is the king here.

Ou zhehao gracefully folded his hands, stretched out his fingers, and Mosuo put on a blue and happy face. He said with a smile, "yes, this is my permanent residence in Europe. I have other manors and castles elsewhere."

Blue heart happy eyebrow frown, such a big place, almost rich.

It seems that it is more difficult for her to escape from him in his territory.

Ou zhehao's soft eyes stare at LAN Xinyue's body. He gently holds her in his arms and is about to bend down and kiss her.

The car had stopped in front of a villa.

A housekeeper politely went to the window, bowed and said respectfully: "master, we have prepared a dinner party for you in the evening, and the room is ready."

"Well."

Ou zhehao bent his head and gently gazed at LAN Xinyue's face. He took her delicate hand and walked out of the car.

"She is my wife. Her name is Lan Xinyue. She will be the hostess here in the future."

Ou zhehao announced to the public that all the servants looked at each other in secret. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he bowed his eyelids respectfully

"Yes, master and madam, you have had a hard journey."

"Yuer, come on, let's go in and have a rest!"

Ou zhehao takes her hand considerately, holds LAN Xinyue in her warm arms, kisses her soft hair, and brings her into the villa.