Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"If you feel embarrassed..." Ye Qingcheng still bit his lip. "If you feel embarrassed, I can go later... After all, that day is your wedding, there should be a lot of things, and there are five tablets, which should last for more than a week."

"We'll discuss it according to the situation," Dongfang Shijin took his legs off the table, "I haven't eaten yet."

"Didn't you just say you ate...?"

"No," said Dongfang Shijin, but his face was not unnatural. He was still a cool iceberg face.

"Then I'll warm you up..." Ye Qingcheng got up from the sofa and began to tidy up the tea table.

"Qingcheng."

Dongfang Shijin shouted at her.

"Hmm?" Ye Qingcheng looked up at him.

"You know, what I hope is that you will be honest with me. No matter what the situation is, you will always be honest," Dongfang Shijin's eyes are still silent. "What I choose to hide for fear of my anger will often be counterproductive."

"OK," Ye Qingcheng pursed his lips, "I'm not good about this... I'll discuss everything with you in the future."

I don't know whether Dongfang Shijin deliberately doesn't mention it or whether ye Qingcheng is really trying to divert his attention.

It was five days before his wedding banquet, but no one mentioned it between them.

They all know that this thing is like a very thin piece of ice. Walking on it, even a little weight will cause collapse, so they can only choose to bypass the restricted area.

Even... Ye Qingcheng will take psychological comfort.

At night, ye Qingcheng leaned in his arms and imagined their future life with him - although Ye Qingcheng knew that maybe their life would be far away, at least until master Dongfang was gone.

But then, how many years later?

Ten years later?

20 years later? 40 years later?

At that time, even if it is... What is the difference between this dignified identity?

But ye Qingcheng has no courage, even if she is comforting herself - Dongfang Shijin will work hard and work hard for their future. She believes in Dongfang Shijin.

"By the way, Qingcheng..." when ye Qingcheng was almost sleepy, she was still thinking about the scene of their future family of three, even in this dark underground castle

Dongfang Shijin hugged her and stroked her hair with one hand.

Ye Qingcheng closed his eyes and gave a stuffy reply.

"I may... There will be some things in the last three days," Dongfang Shijin looked at her. Her skin was a little dark and yellow. She should have been stuffy here all the time, and her cheeks were a lot thinner.

"Well, I know. Just get busy. Don't forget to call me when you have time... I want to hear your voice."

"I mean... These three days, maybe four days, I will have a lot of things. I may not have time to come down to see you, but as long as I have time... I will call you, okay?" the voice and tone of Dongfang Shijin are very soft, as if I were telling a story to my beloved.

"OK." Ye Qingcheng answered, but his sleepiness suddenly dispersed a lot.

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