Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

She suddenly wanted to say something sensational, but ye Qingcheng couldn't express it.

In the middle of the conversation, the eyes of Dongfang Shijin suddenly fell down. She was already confused in her head. As soon as his eyes looked over, ye Qingcheng didn't know what to say.

She choked for a moment.

Dongfang Shijin stared at her with deep eyes, and then the air seemed to become warm and clean.

She knew what would happen and subconsciously closed her eyes.

A soft kiss fell on her lips, soft.

"Good night, Qingcheng."

"Good night, Dongfang Shijin."

A pure and clean kiss, two people's soft lips collide, the temperature exhaled between exhalations seems to be a hot fog, and their lips are reluctant to part.

Ye Qingcheng leaned against his chest and pulled his shirt slightly with one hand, touching his skin. Ye Qingcheng clearly touched his fine-grained skin.

Her long hair is winding.

Dongfang Shijin slightly turned his head and gently kissed her hair.

The yellow candle was burning quietly, and the crackling sound of burning in the air could be heard occasionally.

The clock passed, and the sound was slightly dull.

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The next day, when ye Qingcheng woke up, Dongfang Shijin had long been away from her. She subconsciously turned over. There seemed to be a residual taste of him on the pillow beside her, with a faint aroma of tobacco.

Her face was buried in the pillow and tried to breathe his taste. The yearning began to diffuse in less than 12 hours.

Ye Qingcheng sat up from his big bed and looked at the clock next to him. It was already eight o'clock in the morning.

After she finished washing, there was a small basket beside the fireplace in the living room. Because it was determined to be the Oriental world brocade, ye Qingcheng was very relieved to eat breakfast. There was a small plate of nuts to supplement nutrition for the baby, warm milk, some cheese bread and some vegetable and fruit salad.

Ye Qingcheng himself sat on the sofa, his legs crossed, his long hair a little messy, so he scraped together and finished his breakfast.

After dinner, ye Qingcheng always felt very bored. There was nothing here and there was no electricity - even if there was a TV, which allowed her to pass the boring time.

But the truth is, there's nothing.

But in the back study, there are more than a dozen bookshelves, on which there are many books.

Ye Qingcheng walked in casually. There was no light here. She lit a candlestick. The study was not particularly large. The bookshelves were compact. In addition, there was a round dark brown wool carpet and an old-fashioned desk in front.

Ye Qingcheng walked around casually. It's quiet and terrible here.

She casually took down a book, which looked like a fairy tale book. She had no scruples. She sat on the carpet, leaned against the bookshelf and began to look through it.

The first story is very simple. It is the story of the white swan.

Ye Qingcheng read in a low voice, and one hand touched his lower abdomen slightly.

She was thinking that if the baby was born, even in an ordinary little house, the dark light and the wooden cradle, the baby would sleep quietly in it, and then she would sit by the bed, gently shake the cradle and tell the baby a story

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