Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"What are you going to do?" Ye Qingcheng stood at the door and looked over his head.

"These are your dinners. I haven't eaten yet," Dongfang Shijin turned his head, focused and serious, "of course, I'm making dinner for myself."

"You didn't eat out?"

"I specially took time to accompany you."

“……”

Ye Qingcheng suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Other people were husbands who came home from work and their wives were cooking. It was good to come to them. They all turned around.

Dongfang Shijin came back early and had to cook for himself.

"If you feel remorse, clean up the tea table outside," Dongfang Shijin raised his eyes obliquely and looked at Ye Qingcheng with a guilty face.

"OK."

Ye Qingcheng nodded. She really couldn't help at all about her work in the kitchen.

The tea table outside is not too messy, just some scattered magazines and wool balls.

About 15 minutes later, ye Qingcheng came in again. With the sound of oil, Dongfang Shijin stood there and scrambled something. Bursts of fragrance floated out of it.

Ye Qingcheng walked over gently, stretched out his hand, gently hugged him, and put his face on his back.

Breathing his taste, familiar and reassuring.

"What's the matter?" Dongfang Shijin was frying a plate of eggs and felt the heat of Ye Qingcheng.

"Nothing, but I haven't seen you for many days - it's like three autumn after a day's absence," Ye Qingcheng put his head out from behind him and sniffed deliberately, "it's so fragrant."

"Xiang, go wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

Dongfang Shijin was busy, smiled gently and took down a plate from the side.

Ye Qingcheng felt that this kind of day was very warm, and her mood couldn't help rising. She couldn't help anything, so she went to the side to help Dongfang Shijin clean up the dishes and take out the hot food.

"Dongfang Shijin, you are virtuous."

Ye Qingcheng lowered his head and sniffed. The hot glutinous rice balls exuded an attractive smell. It was a faint taste of Zongye, sweet and light.

"It's good to know I'm virtuous." Dongfang Shijin didn't wear an apron. Sen's blue shirt rolled up its cuffs and held a plate of scrambled eggs in his hand. He picked his eyebrows and pretended to be shy, "Qing City, then you marry me."

Ye Qingcheng got goose bumps from such Oriental brocade. She put down the plate in her hand, "I can't afford to marry you. Your retainer is too expensive."

"One dollar, Dongfang Shijin takes home." Dongfang Shijin bends down and hugs Ye Qingcheng who is putting chopsticks. "You are satisfied with the big work during the day and the black attack at night."

"Nervous." Ye Qingcheng hid for a while. His slightly stinging stubble scraped her delicate skin. Ye Qingcheng couldn't help hiding next to her.

Dongfang Shijin held her at the table, watched Ye Qingcheng put chopsticks and spoons, held her waist and touched her bulging belly.

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