Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng rolled up her sleeve. There were many light red spots on her white arm. As soon as she was immersed in warm water, her arm suddenly came a crisp itch. Obviously, it was the pain after frostbite.

Ye Qingcheng wanted to scratch, but she tried her best to hold back, wring out the towel, and she gently put it on the forehead of Dongfang Shijin.

Under the faint light of the candle, his forehead was bright and clean, and his lips were slightly cracked.

Ye Qingcheng applied a towel to him, walked over again, wiped his cheeks, and carefully wiped his warm lips with a towel soaked in water.

"Dongfang Shijin... You must wake up quickly, and then I can go to China and find you medicine again," Ye Qingcheng gently wiped it for him.

Dongfang Shijin closed his eyes and turned pale.

Under this light candle light, the face of Dongfang Shijin seems to be much softer, which seems to reduce the inherent spirit

He turned pale.

The gun was as powerful as the king's Oriental brocade and turned pale

Ye Qingcheng has been guarding by his bed, so he quietly accompanied him and whispered some love words to him

Tell him about their baby.

Even talking about their stay in Denmark

"Dongfang Shijin, when you wake up, let's go to France... I heard that the scenery there is very good. There is a lavender manor. It is rumored that lovers taking photos under the Eiffel Tower will always wait and be together..."

"Dongfang Shijin, in fact, how do you know that the life I want is never a fairy tale... After meeting you, I just want to be with you, happy and sad... All shared by you."

"Dongfang Shijin, the baby is born. Let's go out every week. You're not allowed to focus on the baby... I'll be jealous too."

"Dongfang Shijin, I made you a gift this time. It's a small souvenir book belonging to us. When I was in Denmark, I stayed up late for several days. There are 30 photos of us on it, which I carefully selected... Under each photo, there is a love word I carefully wrote..."

"Well, you are not allowed to dislike me... After all, feelings also need to be managed. I don't know if you will like this gift..."

Ye Qingcheng murmured like this. The fever of Dongfang Shijin was alternating, so she kept getting up and changing towels for him.

Because this condition is not a fever caused by a cold, and you can't take medicine at random

He can only be cooled by physical therapy.

Fortunately, he had no symptoms of bleeding, which made Ye Qingcheng a little relieved

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Mrs. Anna came in with a gentle knock on the door.

Ye Qingcheng raised his eyes and looked over——

"Miss ye, it's eleven o'clock. It's time for you to rest... The doctor told you to ensure adequate rest every day..." Mrs. Anna came to urge Ye Qingcheng to rest.

"Take my ointment... I'll watch him here today." Ye Qingcheng doesn't want to go back to sleep. Without the big bed of Dongfang Shijin, it seems that even the night becomes incomplete.

In fact, it should be that ye Qingcheng doesn't like the emptiness. When he opens his eyes at night, he has only his own feeling.

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