Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"OK." Ye Qingcheng smiled and obediently climbed up his back. Today she was wearing a light blue loose lace skirt with a pair of white sneakers, which was a bit pure feel.

Dongfang Shijin's back is very broad. She lies on his back, lowers her head and looks at his handsome side face. Due to the angle, ye Qingcheng can only see his fierce side face lines and tall bridge of nose.

His back is warm

His steps are also very steady.

Ye Qingcheng closed her eyes slightly. Dongfang Shijin is like a big lion in the forest. She is fierce and hard. She is like an elf in the forest. She can be treated gently by a fierce lion

"Dongfang Shijin, I really want to be here with you... Until the baby is born," Ye Qingcheng held his neck with a strange softness in his heart. "By the way, it won't be very much in seven months... It feels very fast."

"I hope tomorrow will be seven months later," Dongfang Shijin said to him. "Girls, Dongfang Qingcheng, boys, that's the same name."

"The boy's name is Dongfang Qingcheng?" Ye Qingcheng was surprised. "It's clearly a girl's name."

"Well, the girl's name is Dongfang Qingcheng, and the boy's name is Dongfang Qingguo? Dongfang Qingcheng."

"It sounds terrible..."

"Oriental world? Ye Qingcheng, Oriental world brocade."

"... why do you have to add our two names to the baby's name?"

"Because I want the baby to know how much her father loves her mother."

“……”

Ye Qingcheng quarreled with Dongfang Shijin about the child's name all the way, and soon arrived at the small villa along the way.

When ye Qingcheng came down from his back, he saw some slight sweat on the bridge of his tall nose, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

Before Dongfang Shijin could take out the key, ye Qingcheng hugged Dongfang Shijin like an octopus - she was so sticky.

"What's the matter?" the beautiful thin lips of Dongfang Shijin were raised, and ye Qingcheng stood on tiptoe slightly. His small body was like a koala with only a protruding lower abdomen. Although he was pregnant, ye Qingcheng's body was still thin and even could touch bones.

"Hold," Ye Qingcheng said softly. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat stains on his face carefully.

"Good." Dongfang Shijin reached out and rubbed her long hair, put one hand around her and let her wipe it.

Her eyes were serious.

She was imprisoned by him between her arms and the brick wall.

White glass windows with slightly protruding hexagons on both sides.

Ye Qingcheng's smile is as warm as the spring breeze.

The Oriental world brocade slanted on one side of the lip, laughing carelessly and evil.

He took out the key from his pocket, gently inserted it into the lock hole, slightly rotated, and the White Checkered wooden door opened.

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