Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The women in the picture frame were also stabbed with rotten faces

Ye Qingcheng's heart suddenly cooled.

She already knew vaguely... Who is this place.

"Miss, the dinner you ordered has been prepared... Here are the purest Chinese chefs - I mean, the purest Chinese chefs in a foreign country."

With a slight smile, Mrs. Daisy stood aside and opened the chair for ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng was very reluctant and walked slowly. The white and tender tofu was drenched with a layer of burnt yellow honey, the braised rabbit meat was neat, and there were two boiled eggs.

The food ordered by Ye Qingcheng has been put on the table.

She sat down and the food tasted very good. The braised rabbit meat was tender and could not eat the original taste of rabbit meat at all.

Mrs. Daisy was always by her side, as if to supervise her eating, and one side was talking about something——

For example:

"You were born so beautiful. Do you know who your mother is? She must be as beautiful as you."

"Or did you take some black market drugs? In fact, you are more than 40 years old? I heard a story earlier that an old woman had an extremely beautiful song and was liked by a count and wanted to see her... But she was in her 80s... So she took a drug and had the tender skin of an 18-year-old girl, very beautiful and moving... Oh no, I don't think this kind of medicine will exist, right? It's just a fairy tale, maybe... "

"Your temperament is extraordinary. Did you grow up in the aristocracy...? let me guess, you may be a Chinese girl growing up in Europe? Or you are mixed race? Your facial features are more flexible than ordinary oriental faces..."

"In the future, this is where you will live... In fact, you don't have to be so formal. You don't have to worry about food and residence..."

When she said these words, she actually knocked Ye Qingcheng's identity on the side.

But ye Qingcheng has only disgust.

Ye Qingcheng had no temperament to listen to Mrs. daisy. She quickly ate the food in front of her and a small bowl of cereal soaked in milk. She opened her chair and went upstairs.

"Oh, miss... Are you ready?"

"Eat well, don't follow me, I'll go up and have a rest myself." Ye Qingcheng's heart seemed to fall into the bottom of the valley. She raised her feet upstairs, and Mrs. Daisy cleared the table below

She went upstairs and shut herself in the room. It was obvious that the outside sky was slowly turning into gold, but the tone of the whole room was somewhat depressing.

Dark.

Dim light.

It's like crossing into an ancient place. It's very much like when ye Qingcheng was bought by Dongfang Shikai on the black market and woke up

Cramped, repressed.

Out of breath.

Ye Qingcheng walks around the room. The design of the whole room is very open. The design of various domes, as well as various hollowed out balconies, make the room particularly open and spacious.

However, the tone here is cold and dark. With thick wooden windows, it seems very depressed and expands the invisible narrow.

Ye Qingcheng sat in front of the retro dresser. It was a carved wooden chair with four corners. In front of it was the dresser.

There is an oval bronze floor mirror on the side.