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

But I couldn't help but do a stupid thing...to provoke you back.sorry.

The earth-shattering kiss made Bai Yunshang seem to be in a music box, spinning and spinning non-stop.

Only she and him were left in the whole world, and he finally let go until the last trace of oxygen was deprived...

"Why did you leave?"

"..."[

"Why didn't you wait for your husband?... Yunshang."

Bai Yunshang's body became weak, her strength was lost, and her eyes turned black...

She felt that Sikong Zeye's voice was far away, and she wanted to respond, but she couldn't make a sound, and finally her body sank, and she passed out.

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The extended Lincoln RV shuttles like a ghost in the night.

With a pale face and dry lips, Bai Yunshang was lying in Sikong Zeye's arms.

She was unconscious, hot and shaking.

Sikong Zeye hugged her tightly, covering her body tightly with the air-conditioning blanket...

There are horses, servants and doctors accompanying him.

The hand with the drip was carefully held by the servant...

The inside of the car was very quiet and the atmosphere was strange. Sikong Zeye's deep eyes, like two searchlights that would not change direction, kept staring at Bai Yunshang.

It seemed that from now on, apart from her, there would be nothing else in his eyes.

The kind of affection emanating from it made the servants feel stunned.

Serving the earl in the castle for many years, how has this cold and strong man ever had such a side?

"Mr. Earl..." The servant looked at Bai Yunshang, then at Sikong Zeye, and finally couldn't hold back his words, "I suddenly remembered—after Mr. Earl left the bridesmaid dress, Miss An's expression was in a trance , became abnormal."

Sikong Zeye stared blankly.

"Why didn't you remember earlier?"

"..."

Dazhang opened the dark cabinet and carefully took out a gift box from it. [

【cup. 】

【The gift has been sent out today, I'm really sorry, very sorry... There are not many stocks in the store...】

[Forget it, it's just a pair of cups.What kind of cup can't you afford? 】

Sikong Zeye stared at the pair of "Mr. Cup" and "Mrs. Cup" in the box, and suddenly laughed lowly.

He smiled, but his eyes were blurred.

She bought the cup, which belonged to their common memory, which was an indirect acknowledgment of her identity.