Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

But never thought, Dongfang Shijin turned and walked to the bathroom in the bedroom, but for a moment, there was a sound of water.

Ma Zi felt a little relieved and thought that Dongfang Shijin had finally figured it out - after all, the banquet in 15 days was the most important. Now he has been guarding Ye Qingcheng and has not made much progress.

With a sigh of relief, the horse rang the service bell and asked the servants to prepare food.

If there is no accident, Dongfang Shijin should go back and contact major families to recruit troops and horses for itself, and try its best to let those people vote, because in Dongfang family, many things are voted by family members, and the voting result will affect the final result more or less

Now, should the powerful Oriental world brocade come back?

The horse closed the door and went out.

Dongfang Shijin cleaned himself in the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, he * * * * held his chest, and the exposed muscle lines were very smooth. The dripping water slowly slid down along his slightly long hair, and was slowly absorbed by the white bath towel along his strong chest and abdominal muscles.

He had a little stubble on his chin.

A pair of eyes with bright red blood.

Out of order, cleansing cream was removed from the East, and there were also some face cream on the shelves, and some of her sleeping masks.

Ye Qingcheng doesn't always use a lot of skin care products, so her things are very simple, and Dongfang Shijin always prepares a lot of washing and chemical products for ye Qingcheng. Although there are few commonly used by Ye Qingcheng, they are all together with his washing and gargling products.

Suddenly, the whole bathroom also seemed warm.

Dongfang Shijin's eyes are silent without a little emotional fluctuation, but if you look carefully, there is a strong pain in the fundus of his eyes, even a little shining light, and his angina pectoris.

He made bubbles for himself, took the razor next to him, and sorted out his stubble bit by bit.

The bangs are a little long. Dongfang Shijin took the scissors next to him and repaired them for himself.

His face was firm and his lines were deep.

He came out with a bath towel and dried his hair.

All his emotions were subdued.

Out of the bathroom, he barefoot, stepped on the bright red carpet, dripping water on the ground, dense and wet water marks.

He approached the cloakroom. There were huge walls on all sides. Neat women's clothes were hung on both sides, in various colors, from light color to dark color, wooden drawers and ye Qingcheng's underwear.

The slender and bony hand opened the drawer. He matched himself with a dark purple shirt, a pure black handmade suit and Italian handmade leather shoes.

A deep wine red bow tie.

He stood in front of the mirror, his always resolute face was unusually cold, there was no emotion at all, and his eyes were icy.

He tidied his cuffs and carefully combed his hair, revealing his smooth forehead.

2 minutes later, he stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself in the mirror with deep eyes. His height was 188CM. However, because he was a Western hybrid, he looked higher than his real height. He looked about 190 +, and the dark suit could show his dignity and domineering spirit from his bones.