Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"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 admire vanity, "Now my goal has been achieved... I have successfully arrived here and become the second jasmine with my advantage - beauty, so I think I have the right to make some necessary requirements - from the beginning of food."

"..." master Dongfang sat there with long legs and a knife cut on his face, but his eyes were filled with a faint smile.

"This... Can you change it? The chefs here are all traditional Chinese chefs..." Mrs. Daisy was obviously a little embarrassed.

"Well, let her go."

At this time, the Oriental master opened his mouth faintly, as if he were silent, and his eyes were still looking at her and looking at her.

It's so similar.

It's so much like what it was.

Mrs. Daisy was a little stunned, so she nodded and led the women down, leaving two people here to clean the wreckage overturned by Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were arrogant and frivolous - she knew that on Bai Jingmo's face, what she saw was always a gentle smile, followed by two words.

But ye Qingcheng was wrong.

Master Dongfang sat there, his eyes narrowed slightly. Through the slightly dim light, he seemed to see a scene blurred more than 20 years ago.

In that brick alley, people come and go

The alley is not wide, with slight moss on both sides. He is riding a pure black sweat BMW and talking with several colleagues. The luxurious court dress is a little out of tune with the alley here.

The people here are more like living in the dark, mouse gray robes, women wearing washed white Rococo skirts, simple design, without the exaggeration of the upper class.

There are not even many patterns, only huge skirt supports, and the skirt is also stained with some soil.

He was wearing a black cloak and was talking.

In a shop ahead, a woman stood there.

He still remembers that scene——

In the light of dusk that day, a woman in a white lace dress stood there. The lace dress seemed transparent and was covered with white flowers embroidered by hand.

High fork, a woman's body curve is beautiful and unreal.

She seemed to be standing there looking forward to waiting for someone.

Hearing the sound of horses' hoofs behind her, she slowly turned her head. A waterfall of deep chestnut hair was a lazy roll, and her face was amazing and could not move away!

Those eyes, as if they were more dazzling than the bright starry sky, were flowing rivers, colorful lights flowing in waves, with a little smile, flirtatious and elegant, giving people a feeling of coldness and arrogance.

Her coral thin lips raised slightly, just right elegance.

At that moment, the gorgeous sunset in the sky seemed to lose all the color of the surrounding scenery

At that time, ye Qingcheng sat on the big bed with a stubborn arc on his chin. His eyes were cold and could not see through her emotions.

Master Dongfang suddenly felt a little interesting.

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