Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

However, when ye Qingcheng was about to go crazy, there was a sound of footsteps at the spiral staircase.

"Miss ye, young master is waiting for you in the study."

The horse appeared at the corner of the stairs in time, looking dignified and indifferent.

"..." Ye Qingcheng.

Push open the heavy carved wooden door of the study, and the European style retro study has come in for the third time.

The dark gray curtains are still pulled, a ray of sunlight shines in, and there are floating dust particles in the air.

The study is extremely large, surrounded by dense bookshelves, on which thick books are placed in order.

Once, ye Qingcheng was curious and took down a book. It was all written in English and published articles, and it was so thick that ye Qingcheng was not interested and put it back again.

I took five or six copies, all written in English or French.

Ye Qingcheng is not interested in this.

The man sat in front of a good red sandalwood desk with a laptop and some fragmented documents in front of him.

Noble temperament, inviolable.

Obviously, he is dealing with this business.

He just sat there, his face deep and three-dimensional, his facial features strong and exquisite, and sure enough, the man who works hard is the most man.

Although, this man has no good impression in Ye Qingcheng's heart.

Clothing * crown * bird * beast.

Ye Qingcheng thought to himself, a big tailed wolf who has been wearing a high-end suit.

Pooh.

Ye Qingcheng couldn't help but feel his pain in his heart.

"Well," seeing that he was just staring at the computer in front of him and didn't seem to see her, ye Qingcheng cleared his throat, "about my brother..."

Dongfang Shijin raised his head, his face was proud, his pupils were dark, and his eyes were three-dimensional. Every inch seemed to be a work of art carefully carved by God.

Thin lips are enchanting and sexy in coral color.

There has never been such a handsome man.

"Come here," Dongfang Shijin saw her standing in front of her, her thin lips slightly hooked and motioned.

Ye Qingcheng hesitated and walked over.

Dongfang Shijin motioned her to go over, but ye Qingcheng stopped at the table and kept a distance with vigilance.

She was afraid that the man would do something against her. Once bitten by a snake, she was afraid of the well rope for ten years.

"Don't want it?" the slender finger pinched the dark brown file bag placed at his hand, and an elusive emotion twinkled in his eyes.

Ye Qingcheng took a step forward and asked for it across his desk.

The Oriental world brocade flashed back in time, with a playful smile in his mouth.

Ye Qingcheng gritted his teeth and had to bypass his desk and come to him. "Is this trick boring? Give me something."

"So don't want to be close to me?" Dongfang Shijin propped himself on the desk. "Are you still afraid that I'll do that to you now?"

“……”

Then, Dongfang Shijin took her and sat on his lap.

Ye Qingcheng took the information, resisted it very much, and kept shaking his legs and kicking him.

"You let go of me... I don't like being held!..."

“……”

A crisp and itchy feeling began from the earlobe.

At the moment when ye Qingcheng was stunned, Dongfang Shijin raised her chin with one hand, and the black pupil gradually approached

Ye Qingcheng bit him fiercely, and a bloody smell spread in her mouth

Dongfang Shijin didn't realize it and continued his business

……

Ye Qingcheng's face became darker and darker. Dongfang Shijin still teased her before letting go.