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

[Love that is not accepted by the world cannot last long.Your bravery is so weak compared to this vast world. 】

[I used to have a time when I was young and energetic. 】

[Also brave, stubborn, unwilling to be knocked down by this world.We imagine a world as beautiful as the Garden of Eden. 】

【The reality is...】

[I don't want me to suffer humiliation and live a lifetime of guilt and guilt, and repeat the same mistakes on you. 】[

……

As long as Bai Yunshang closes her eyes, Lin Xuexin's words will echo in her ears all the time.

Even, in order to prevent them from being together, Lin Xuexin asked Sikong Haoran to collect information about Lea and Lin Xuexin being hunted down.

In the photo, there is a huge fire, a collapsed house, a collapsed colonnade...

The fire blazed into the sky.

Lin Xuexin watched her favorite person burn alive in front of her eyes.

Bai Yunshang thought of the villa in the French forest again, and Sikong Zeye almost burned to death with her in order to die for love.

For a brave and strong man like Sikong Zeye, even bullets can't kill him, but this love can kill him at any time.

There is a sad atmosphere in the castle...

In the living room, Sikong Haoran's oil painting was magnified into a huge hanging, supporting countless beautiful flowers.

The servant stood on the fireplace wiping and polishing the hanging portrait.

Bai Yunshang didn't dare to take another look, and walked upstairs after a few steps...

Sikong Haoran was killed by her, and Mo Liuyuan was also killed by her.

And their deaths were all out of love and protection for her.

She didn't dare to gamble with Sikong Zeye, because she really didn't have the courage to bear the blow of losing again.

She can give up everything she has, even happiness, as long as Sikong Zeye can live safely——

In the corridors on both sides, there are also hanging portraits of Sikong Haoran everywhere.

From his childhood to adulthood, this corridor is like a time tunnel.

It seems that by following these photos, one can travel back to his past... [

Bai Yunshang walked forward, she didn't dare to look at the people in the portrait.

However, she felt that the eyes in the oil painting were looking at her with that smirk that only belonged to Sikong Haoran.

[Little thing, you are scared. 】

Bai Yunshang's footsteps became staggered, and she ran suddenly, trying to get rid of those eyes staring at her.

[Little thing, so you are so timid...]

She slammed into the bedroom, however, there were more wedding photos in the bedroom——