Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"That's all?" he flipped, finally moved his lips, raised his eyes and looked at Ye Qingcheng who was standing there cleaning up the stove.

She was dressed in loose blue and white hospital clothes, her long hair was slightly curled up, and several strands of broken hair shook with her movements.

Dongfang Shijin's eyes fell on her lower abdomen, and her eyes were a little uncomfortable.

His breathing seemed prickly and painful.

"Well," Ye Qingcheng thought he was not enough. He paused and added, "because you just woke up... You still can't eat too much. Your stomach is bad. It's best to eat pasta, and I added some baking soda to you. It's good for your stomach... Aren't these enough?"

"..." Dongfang Shijin moved her lips, actually to ask her if she still wanted to eat, "put down the things in your hand and come here."

The words came to my mouth, but they changed.

Ye Qingcheng opened the water valve and was washing the pot. "Just wait... I'll be right away..."

"I'll let you come," said Dongfang Shijin. "I don't like eating alone."

Ye Qingcheng paused. The water hit the pot, and the splashed water fell on her bare arm.

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath, cleaned up the stove as quickly as possible, wiped his hands on the nearby rag, and then walked over and sat down in the chair in front of him.

Dongfang Shijin is holding chopsticks in his hand. His handsome face has no waves, and even has no feelings and temperature.

"Isn't it delicious... I added a little salt," Ye Qingcheng guessed. "It should be a good taste... This is actually the only noodles I can..."

“……”

Halfway through, ye Qingcheng stopped.

Dongfang Shijin picked up a small wisp of noodles and handed it to her lips.

Ye Qingcheng was stunned, and the very mellow taste was at the tip of her nose, "no... I ate it today... These are your weight..."

"Open your mouth." Dongfang Shijin seemed not to hear her words and opened his mouth silently.

Ye Qingcheng was stunned and wanted to keep her face away, but she knew the temperament of Dongfang Shijin. If she refused, he would blindly force her.

So ye Qingcheng still opened her mouth. The noodles were a little hot. She fanned them slightly with her hand.

"In fact, you don't have to worry about me... I really supported myself today. I ate a lot of fish soup. You should eat more..."

"Ye Qingcheng, sometimes I really can't see through you," said Dongfang Shijin, holding chopsticks in his hand. The heat curled up on his face, but the warm fog could not dissolve the cold in his eyes.

"..." Ye Qingcheng suddenly felt that the face in her mouth seemed to become bitter. She could probably know what Dongfang Shijin wanted to say.

"You see, I'm sorry for what you said and what you did in reality... You said you loved me very much, but you allowed me to marry other women. I thought you didn't love me, but you did things in such detail. You will know my stomach is bad, so you will make a face for me every time. You deeply know what is good for my health, and even it's over After infiltrating the small things... Ye Qingcheng, are you fickle, or do I suddenly start not to understand you... "

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