Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Dongfang Shijin looked at her biting her lower lip. Her thin lip slightly hooked, carefully disinfected all the wounds on her body, and applied medicine twice.

He finally blew out the candle.

Ye Qingcheng is lying on the big bed. Dongfang Shijin has put on her nightdress.

The other side of the big bed sank slightly and shook. Then, the man's hot breath with the aroma of shower gel approached, holding Ye Qingcheng in his arms as usual.

The moonlight is hazy. It's 12:00 a.m

The big clock in the corner made a slight sound.

Ye Qingcheng knows that he came back early at Inverness's party

She was held in his arms, but her head was empty

"Qingcheng," the slightly dull voice of Dongfang Shijin rang in her ear, with a touch of laziness.

“……”

"Take you to Denmark tomorrow?" he hugged her tightly. She was originally scheduled to travel in three days... But now, ye Qingcheng is obviously in a bad mood and seems to be going ahead of time.

"Look..." her lips moved slightly, and the huge and thick dark blue curtains fell down. The whole room was covered with gray

"Take you to Denmark tomorrow."

Dongfang Shijin said again this time, it is no longer a question. For women like Ye Qingcheng, don't ask, but express it directly

Dongfang Shijin hugged Ye Qingcheng's body, held her belly with one hand and kissed her ear, "good night, Qingcheng."

“……”

Good night, Oriental brocade.

Ye Qingcheng whispered in his heart.

There was no sound of insects in the air, only the slight and even breathing sound of Oriental world brocade.

be quiet.

Very quiet.

Ye Qingcheng looked at the darkness with her eyes open. As time passed, she moved slightly. Dongfang Shijin seemed very tired——

Yes, these days, since they came back, he always has endless banquets and endless things to attend

Yes, he is the Oriental world brocade.

Ye Qingcheng turned around and Dongfang Shijin's hand slipped from her. She turned her head sideways and looked at his face carefully by a little weak light outside the window

It has to be said that Dongfang Shijin is very perfect. His deep eyes are like a vast sea of stars. His nose is high, his thin lips and his chin are sharp and sharp.

Every inch of his skin is like a work of art carefully carved by God

Ye Qingcheng carefully raised his hand and described his outline carefully

She remembered that when Dongfang Shijin leaned against the kitchen, he was wearing a dark black nightgown and had messy stubble on his face. It was the kitchen that morning. The fish soup stewed in the pot was a very mellow taste. He held her in his arms and bathed in the early morning sun

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