Arresting the little runaway wife: please be gentle with the wolf-like president

He put his hand affectionately on Sikong Zeye's arm: "I don't mind at all."

Next, when a few people walked out, Sikong Haoran and Camille immediately became acquainted, smiling in French.

Sikong Zeye seldom strikes up a few words, and it's also French that she doesn't understand.

For a moment, only she, as if from another planet, was severely isolated.

When we arrived at the hotel, the familiar May~Bach stayed there. [

Two rows of bodyguards stood and waited.

Bai Yunshang saw Sikong Zeye open the car door himself, let Camille in, and he got in the car again. Such a small action revealed how careful he was to Camille.

In the past, he only did such small details to her.

She always thought that in his heart, she was unique and special.

I always thought that Mai~Ba~he would always be the only one sitting next to him.

But it's only been one year, did he fall in love so quickly?He once said that he would leave with her, but did he just say it casually?

In the Bentley car, Bai Yunshang was leaning against the window glass, her eyes were red and swollen, and she was dazed.

She tried her best to keep her mind blank and not to think about anything.

Because whenever she thinks of Sikong Zeye, she sheds tears in pain...

An incomprehensible grievance filled his chest.

She suddenly discovered that she was selfish, she didn't want Sikong Zeye to marry another woman, she didn't want him to fall in love with another woman, and she didn't want him to forget herself.

Even if she died, she still wanted to be remembered and loved.

It turned out that she was not as great as she thought, and it turned out that she was so selfish.

How can she be so selfish?

May-Bach is neck and neck with Bentley.

Bai Yunshang's gaze was fixed on the window, she couldn't see anything despite the explosion-proof membrane, but she wanted to take another look.

As if hearing her voice, the window glass slowly lowered, revealing Sikong Sawano's resolute side face.

On a snowy day, cold air poured in through the window panes, blowing his hair wildly.

He didn't understand why he opened the window. [

Smoke curled up, and the cigar was clamped on the long thin finger bone, leaning out the window.

He suddenly turned his face and looked in the direction of the Bentley, but he couldn't see anything because of the explosion-proof film on this side.

Camille seemed to be cold, frowned and complained, Sikong Haoran threw away the cigar and closed the car window again.