Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Qin Zhao shook his head. The oil in the pot was sizzling and cheering. There was a smell of burning.

When I looked down, the eggs were slightly burnt, but they didn't look like they couldn't catch my eyes.

Hurriedly turned the egg over, and then closed the natural gas valve.

Take a deep breath, find the plate in the kitchen cabinet, spread peanut butter and salad dressing on the toast, and put fried eggs and ham into a simple sandwich.

There is the smell of fried eggs in the air.

Qin Zhao put the plate containing sandwiches on the table and went to the kitchen to heat the milk.

After doing all this, Qin Zhao's heart was sour. Looking back, it seemed that he could see the warm orange light in the kitchen that day. He stood there, tall and straight

The warm orange light spread down and shrouded his figure with a light golden halo

He wore a blue apron and cooked vegetables skillfully.

From time to time, she came up to see that she couldn't do anything. Ye Liancheng always asked her to go out and wait

[ye Liancheng, can I help you?]

No, just go out and wait. I don't expect you to help me with cooking

He waved his cooking shovel, gave her a pale look and blew her out of the kitchen.

She sat on the table outside and looked at him cooking with her cheek.

Qin Zhao raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

The kitchen was deserted and the illusion disappeared.

After looking at his watch, it was already 6:05 in the morning. After a while, he should wake up.

Quietly push open the bedroom door, there is a familiar smell in the air.

It's not easy to press down the sour and astringent, but it's almost impossible to mention it.

She changed her skirt in the wardrobe and zipped her back against the sleeping man.

The pain of depression in the chest.

She went to the bed, lowered her head, and her long hair swept the man's firm chin.

Qin Zhao raised his hand and gently stroked his face, choking on his chest.

His hands gently brushed his firm eyebrows and eyes. His facial features were pure Oriental male beauty, calm and handsome.

He leaned down and gently kissed him on the lips.

"Ye Liancheng, I like you very much."

"Ye Liancheng, I really want to stay with you and have a home with you."

"Ye Liancheng, maybe I'm in love with you."

"Bye."

"I hope I'll never see you again."

Patter, a drop of crystal clear tears hit the sheet and was quickly absorbed. Only a small wet mark slowly filled

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Ye Qingcheng lived a dead sleep life for three days. Maybe because he was too tired this month, he could finally rest.

And these days, ye Qingcheng went to apply for his passport again. It will take a few days to get it.

Just go to bed every day, call to order takeout, eat and continue to sleep.

If we have to add another one, we will wait for Lu Jingshen's news.

Early in the morning of the fourth day, ye Qingcheng was awakened by a phone call.

Ye Qingcheng thought it was the harassing phone call from the man and simply refused to answer it.