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

"Just in case there are long nights and dreams, let's get married tomorrow."

Mo Liuyuan's voice drifted away in her ears: "This time, I won't give you a chance to fly away."

Bai Yunshang's body shook, and suddenly she screamed, hugged her head, and began to experience pain...

This time, the attack came with a sharp pain like a tsunami that had never been seen before.

"Yunshang, Yunshang, Yunshang..."[

The voice was far away in her ears, and she almost didn't even have the strength to bear it, so she fell into the ocean of pain and passed out.

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It rained for three days straight.

The sky is overcast, and the castle is bathed in rain and fog, making it look extraordinarily mysterious and quiet.

In front of the large office chair, there was an indifferent and majestic atmosphere, and his slender fingers began to casually flip through the photo album.

The vast sky, gorgeous buildings, clean streets, beautiful squares in the photo album...

Suddenly, stop somewhere.

Turn a page, another page, another page...

Start flipping rapidly.

Page after page to the end, and then back again——

Ma Zai waited quietly, watching the thick photo album being flipped non-stop, because the force was too great, the thick paper was torn apart.

Ma Zichi asked: "Master, what's the problem?"

Sikong Zeye on the chair had a dark and cold expression, as if he had been cursed.Because of this reminder, he finally woke up and stopped his movements.

He stood up abruptly, grabbed the coat on the chair, and strode out.

"Master, what's the matter?"

With a gust of wind, he opened the door and slammed it hard again, shutting Ma Zai in the room, leaving the room silent.

Ma Zai frowned, and approached the desk, only to see that on the opened page was a profile of Sikong Zeye sitting in the square?

Turning a page, Sikong Zeye's slightly smiling expression is a close-up shot;

Turning another page, Sikong Zeye is lying on the sofa in the forest villa; [

Flipping and flipping again and again, apart from the scenery in the whole album, there is only Sikong Zeye, and the angle and method of shooting, it is obvious that the photographer is in a state of paying attention.

Ma Zai suddenly understood what——

At this time, the door behind him was slammed open again, Sikong Zeye walked in quickly, closed the photo album, put it under his arm, and walked outside again.

Ma Zai followed quickly: "Master, can I immediately order someone to book a flight back home?"