Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The mirror was closed. There was only a little rustling sound over there. Ye Qingcheng couldn't hear anything. Then he turned his head again and was about to go out from the outside.

She cleaned up all the way, closed the door of the dilapidated bathroom, picked up a book from her study and went out.

A sound of leather shoes came from there.

Holding the book, ye Qingcheng was turning out of the study when he saw the Oriental world brocade coming from the living room.

He was wearing a light brown dark checkered suit, his slightly long hair was carefully combed, and his forehead was very smooth and shaped. His face was thin, but it added a kind of domineering.

"What have you done?" Dongfang Shijin frowned and looked at Ye Qingcheng. He didn't even wear shoes. Fortunately, the floor here was covered with thick wool carpet.

"I went to the study to get a book," Ye Qingcheng pretended to be calm. "How did you come here? It's only morning... You didn't say night..."

"It's 9:35 now. I see you didn't eat too much breakfast this morning. Come down and see what's wrong," replied Dongfang Shijin. "You don't look well? You didn't have a good rest last night?"

"No..." Ye Qingcheng walked over with the book. "I woke up very early this morning... Maybe I didn't sleep well."

"The food is not to your taste?"

"No," Ye Qingcheng hesitated and asked tentatively, "I may be simple... I don't want to be here. I feel very bored."

"I thought you didn't like today's breakfast. When I came over, I brought you some you like," Dongfang Shijin paused. "I watched you by the bed yesterday until I saw you sleep well at more than 4 o'clock. Then I flew to Inverness at 4:15 and just came back."

"HMM." Ye Qingcheng answered. As soon as she heard Inverness, she could think of Mu Enron - Mu's family is in Inverness.

"How is your marriage?"

Ye Qingcheng walked forward and took Dongfang Shijin to the living room. Sure enough, he saw several lunch boxes on the small tea table in the living room, all covered and not opened.

"Still like that," Dongfang Shijin didn't want to talk too much about this topic, "eat more?"

"I'm not very hungry."

"Eat with me."

Dongfang Shijin said and sat on the sofa next to him.

There are only two small rows of sofas, which are made of small rags. Next to the small glass tea table, there is a small vase made of rattan, with several hand crocheted flowers in it. The years are mottled, and the color has turned into light goose yellow. Don't think about it. Ye Qingcheng can also know that it was made by Bai Jingmo.

When Dongfang Shijin sat on the sofa, it suddenly seemed crowded.

Ye Qingcheng didn't want to eat at all, but she just heard what Dongfang Shijin said. He stayed until 4 o'clock yesterday, flew to Inverness at 4:15, and came back now, which means... Dongfang Shijin didn't sleep all night.

At this time, Dongfang Shijin just raised his head. There were some light dark circles on his handsome face.

Ye Qingcheng was still a little distressed. He sighed, walked over and sat down next to him.

There are six small lunch boxes.

Take it apart.