Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Then, ye Qingcheng felt that her quilt was gently pulled down, and then a warm hand gently brushed her cheek, and went down to tuck her in.

There was no sound.

“……”

Dongfang Shijin is wearing a dark gray handmade shirt and straight black pants. His hair is a little messy, but his face has been cleaned up very clean, but his face is a little pale.

He sat by the bed and looked at Ye Qingcheng's sleeping face. Suddenly, he felt a sudden flood of pain.

Ye Qingcheng's face is also very pale. You know, now ye Qingcheng is a pregnant woman who is four months pregnant!

Her thick eyelashes hung down, like two fans, falling a small arc-shaped shadow.

The black pupil of Dongfang Shijin became a little wet, as if it were an invisible little hand scratching his heart bit by bit

He had no choice.

Now, his castle has been bombed and master Dongfang is hunting outside. The original master Dongfang should have returned a few days ago, but Lucifer bought the count in Germany and specially delayed the master Dongfang's return. Lucifer did this only for ye Qingcheng to go with him at that time.

Now, what he needs to do is to cover up Ye Qingcheng and... Try his best to build the castle before master Dongfang comes back.

Up to now, some little nurses and doctors have seen Ye Qingcheng. In order to prevent complications... Dongfang Shijin woke up this morning and shut up all the doctors here these days in a special way.

But after all, with seven or eight doctors, it is not so easy to solve.

The Oriental silk gown sprayed some faint perfume to hide its blood smell.

He looked at Ye Qingcheng's pale face, looked down slowly and fell on her protruding obvious stomach. Their baby has been four months, and in less than six months, he should be born

Therefore, Dongfang Shijin will solve all things in two or three months at most.

Qingcheng

The city.

The matter of marrying me should be put on the agenda in two or three months.

Do you like plain weddings or high-profile weddings?

The hand of Dongfang Shijin gently fell on the quilt, and a handsome face appeared unusually affectionate.

Ye Qingcheng held his breath tightly and thought whether he would say anything, but at present, the man didn't say anything. Ye Qingcheng even wondered whether this man was the Oriental world brocade

She finally could not hold her breath. She moved her eyes slightly. When she opened it, she was right on the pair of painted black pupils.

Those eyes are slightly moist.

Ye Qingcheng was stunned.

At first sight, he was sitting there, sitting so close to her... Inexplicably, it seemed that something poked her tears.

"Oriental world brocade..."

Ye Qingcheng looked at his slightly pale and more sharp cheeks, and suddenly her heart was sour. She suddenly sat up from the big bed and hugged him tightly.

Dongfang Shijin didn't expect Ye Qingcheng to pretend to sleep.

"Why did you wake up...? did I disturb you?"