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

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Bai Yunshang dreamed that he walked into a resplendent theater in his dazed and chaotic consciousness.

The huge theater was empty, and layers of seats surrounded the huge stage.

The red curtain hung down.

Inside the curtain, there was a sound of heavenly piano music. [

It's like an angel's hand caressing her, making her feel relaxed, as if she wants to get rid of this heavy body.

[Yunshang, Yunshang, Yunshang...]

"Yunshang, Yunshang, Yunshang..."

When the voice in the dream gradually coincided with reality, Bai Yunshang frowned and opened her eyes.

What caught my eye was the boy's clean eyebrows and coral red lips.

The slightly raised corners of her lips revealed a sinister and enchanting smile.

It was raining outside the window, it was a dark and blurred night.

Bai Yunshang frowned, as if in a dream...

"Mo Liuyuan...?"

"How is it? Are you feeling well?" The young man sat down beside her bed and reached out to touch her forehead, "You have a fever."

Bai Yunshang took his hand and looked around: "Where is this place? Why am I here?"

"We were playing in the yard in the afternoon, when it suddenly rained, you got wet and had a fever, how did you forget?" He curled his lips to remind.

Bai Yunshang closed her eyes, her mind went blank, and she felt a burst of pain.

This is the sequelae of hypnosis, because part of the memory was suddenly stripped from her mind, and her brain couldn't adapt to it temporarily, and it would take a day or two to recover.

"Does your brain hurt?" He said softly, "Lie down and rest, if you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow when we wake up."

Bai Yunshang lay back down again and covered herself with a quilt.

The body was very sleepy, and the white light constantly flashing in her mind forced her to close her eyes.

She just closed her eyes for a while, and fell asleep. At this time, the door was opened, and a woman walked in from the door.

Sikong Ying'er was wearing a cheongsam with big slits that reached to her thighs, vividly outlining her enchanting figure: "Brother Hao, how is it? Does she feel something is wrong?" [

The raindrops outside the window were dripping.

The interior is quiet, the warm light is orange, and the entire baroque style master bedroom is covered with a sense of warmth.

Sikong Haoran turned his head: "You are very powerful, the hypnosis has worked, she really regarded me as Mo Liuyuan."

Sikong Yinger leaned on the exquisitely carved horizontal rail at the end of the bed, with a complex and unhappy expression on her face.