Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

And the most convincing thing is that Bai Jingmo's body has already been cremated, which ye Liancheng can know.

Ye Qingcheng thought that his mother's body had been cremated... So whose body was in the crystal coffin?

Is it a model??

A dummy?

Ye Qingcheng's hand clutching the sheet was sweating * * * * suddenly felt like he was lured into a dead end. He couldn't get out any way. There were mistakes everywhere

"I'm not jasmine, my information - you can go to s city to check."

"No, I don't need to check... I don't care who you are. Since God gave you this face, it's providence. I don't care who you are... You're jasmine."

The eyes of master Dongfang clearly have a faint softness like water.

But ye Qingcheng was a little frightened——

This is undoubtedly the most dangerous. He doesn't care about her identity at all!

Just because this face is too similar to Bai Jingmo, he directly regarded her as the second Bai Jingmo, and even didn't check anything!

Ye Qingcheng suddenly felt his back cold

"It's time for you to eat. Molly always likes Chinese food," he raised his hand and shook the bell around him. Mrs. Daisy and several other maids immediately pushed the door and entered. It was obvious that they had been waiting here for a long time.

"So I hired the most authentic Chinese chef for her. I've been here waiting for what she wants to eat and drink at any time..."

"This is Miss Molly's favorite coconut milk watermelon," Mrs. Daisy put a small table on her big bed and put the food on it one by one. "Miss Molly always likes sour food. For example, before each meal, there will always be her favorite pickled pepper chicken feet."

"..." Ye Qingcheng's taste is sour and spicy!

"No, I grew up in France... I like French food more."

As like as two peas? "Oh, you're not talking about S in China?" the eastern master sneeked lightly, his hands still on the sofa. "You're like jasmine, and when you tell lies, they are all alike."

“……”

"Eat quickly. You've been sleeping for two days," Mrs. Daisy handed her chopsticks. "These are what Miss Molly likes. You're the reincarnation of Molly, and you'll like it..."

"..." Ye Qingcheng stared at the dishes in front of him. They were all Chinese dishes. There were flowers, birds and beauties painted on the white porcelain plate.

Sauerkraut fish, double cooked meat, boiled meat, braised eggplant

All are hot and sour food!

"Snap --"

Ye Qingcheng coldly raised his hand and overturned the whole table to the ground. Suddenly, the porcelain plate was mixed with food and cracked to pieces!

"Miss, don't you like...? I ordered someone to redo it in the kitchen... These are all made for you..."

Mrs. Daisy was obviously startled by Ye Qingcheng's sudden action.

"I don't like Chinese food... I prefer French food. Well, to put it bluntly... I'm here to pretend. The purpose is very simple. I prefer the life of the upper class," said Ye Qingcheng, sitting on the big bed, lazily leaning against the back of the bed, pretending to be a vain and hateful face. "Now I'm happy

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