Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng was still a little suspicious. He poured a little chicken soup into the flower pot of the green plant next to him. After a few minutes, the green plant still grew thickly.

There's nothing in it?

Ye Qingcheng had a thorough test. His stomach was already hungry. Seeing nothing, ye Qingcheng began to eat at ease.

She was so hungry that she finished all the food quickly. Especially now that she has been pregnant for 4 months, her appetite has obviously become much larger than before.

After eating, ye Qingcheng had nothing to do. He turned around and went back to his bedroom,

She took a bath and fiddled with the old telephone for a while. There was no response at all. Only then could ye Qingcheng understand that there was really no way to contact the outside world.

Under all kinds of boredom, ye Qingcheng lay on the big bed and emptied himself to think disorderly.

The air here is more or less stuffy.

Ye Qingcheng lay on the soft big bed, tossing and turning. The face of Dongfang Shijin always appeared in her mind. She was wondering how to see him - on the premise that if it was really like Gina said, the owner here was Dongfang Shijin.

Maybe she can pretend to be ill, pretend to be seriously ill, and then see the Oriental world brocade.

Or did she just say she wanted to see him?

Ye Qingcheng turned over and felt that this kind of time seemed difficult to pass - except sleeping.

But sleeping is really a good way to pass the time.

She tossed and turned, thinking that she would wake up tomorrow and ask to see Dongfang Shijin.

In a daze, she can always see that Dongfang Shijin is still lying in bed, or one day, the three of them are walking along the beach

Her hands could not help touching her lower abdomen and turned over slightly.

I don't know why. Ye Qingcheng tossed and turned. About 11 times the clock struck.

Ye Qingcheng felt that he couldn't sleep and wanted to get up and cook some supper.

"Creak -"

Before ye Qingcheng turned over, there was a creak outside, like the sound of an iron chain.

Ye Qingcheng's heart suddenly jumped and subconsciously told her... It's Dongfang Shijin.

So before turning over, ye Qingcheng immediately lay back in bed and pulled the quilt over to cover himself.

"Patter -"

"Patter -"

"Patter -"

The leather shoes stepped on the floor, made a slight noise, and walked slowly towards her bedroom.

Ye Qingcheng's heart suddenly became very fast. She pulled on the quilt and held her breath

"Squeak --"

The door was gently pushed open and then gently closed.

Ye Qingcheng tried his best to hold his breath and make his breath smooth.

The footsteps were deliberately put very light. There was no wind in the room. Ye Qingcheng clearly smelled a faint, familiar smell, a faint smell of tobacco.

Ye Qingcheng's heart beat very irregularly.

That man is Dongfang Shijin.

It's really him

Ye Qingcheng even felt that the small bed, which was not so spacious, sank slightly.

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