Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Dongfang Shijin followed up and watched Ye Qingcheng stop here, wrinkled his good-looking eyebrows and quietly asked the employees behind to clean up.

"Is your stomach uncomfortable?"

Ye Qingcheng turned his back to him. His heart was a little sour. None of them said anything.

"Not bad."

"What do you mean it's ok?" but ye Qingcheng felt terrible for no reason. "Dongfang Shijin, is that how you treat your own body? Is that how you love me?"

“……”

Dongfang Shijin was a little silent and looked at Ye Qingcheng desperately holding back his tears.

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath and looked at the scene in front of him. It seemed to condense. "Go out first and I'll make you something to eat."

"HMM." Dongfang Shijin replied stiffly. He wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

He chose to go out first.

When ye Qingcheng saw him turn and leave, he always felt as if he had poked somewhere in his heart, and then there was a faint sour wave.

She adjusted her breathing, raised her hand and rubbed her sour nose. She went to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator, took out a Sydney and an apple, and searched for some honey and grapefruit.

Both Sydney and apple have the effect of relieving alcohol. Grapefruit tastes sour and sweet and can enhance the taste. Mixed with some honey, it can be boiled into a fruit soup, which can moisturize the body. In the past, ye Qingcheng often did this, on the one hand, because his mother often did it. This fruit soup not only has the effect of refreshing the mind, but also has some whitening and moisturizing effects when women drink it.

Ye Qingcheng peeled the fruits, cut them into small pieces, and put them into a small pot to cook.

After the fruit porridge was ready, ye Qingcheng thought again and made a banana salad with some cereal on it.

Dongfang Shijin is sitting in the living room. In front of him is a laptop with a Bluetooth headset. It looks like he is dealing with things.

Ye Qingcheng gently went out, put a small cup of fruit tea in front of him, and put down the banana salad.

"Are you busy?"

Maybe it's because things are very important. Dongfang Shijin didn't notice Ye Qingcheng coming for a moment.

He seemed afraid of what ye Qingcheng saw. Almost at the moment when ye Qingcheng finished speaking, he immediately closed the computer and put it aside.

He took off his earphone, rubbed his forehead and heart, and took the fork handed over by Ye Qingcheng.

"Even if you are busy with your work, don't ignore your body." Ye Qingcheng sat there, inexplicably feeling that his action just now was a little stemmed.

"Qingcheng, what do you want most?"

But he didn't talk to Ye Qingcheng.

"Me? Of course I want you to be good," whispered Ye Qingcheng. "You can have what you want."

"I'm asking you what you want." he said word by word, looked up, and his pure black eyes looked serious.

"I want you to be good, probably all the things I want," Ye Qingcheng looked at him, "that's..."

"I'm asking you if you want to, but I don't ask you any factors about reality." Dongfang Shijin inserted a small piece of Sydney with a fork. "It's just very simple what you want."

"With you," she replied firmly.

"Are you sure? First?"

"Yes."

"Give me five days and I'll realize it for you." Dongfang Shijin sipped a sip of fruit tea. "I'm serious."