Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

There are so many things she doesn't know

It's like she really doesn't know how much Dongfang Shijin loves her.

The interior design is indeed the simple pastoral style that ye Qingcheng has always liked. It is all fresh colors, logs + fresh mint green, and curtains with fresh broken flowers. They are carefully pulled up and bound with white lace bows and streamers.

Even some little dolls are available. It's like a permanent home.

Dongfang Shijin felt a little dizzy for a while, so he walked around with Ye Qingcheng in the duplex house on the second floor. In fact, the house is not very big, but there are more rooms because of the reasonable structure. However, for Dongfang Shijin, it is still more or less cramped. It can not be denied that it is also very warm here.

The kitchen is semi open. There is a white table outside. There are several small vases on the table. The flowers in it are obviously just picked today, and there are dew drops on the stamens of bright red roses.

Red and white alternate with pure white roses.

The color is very pleasing to the eye.

The refrigerator is also full of fresh vegetables and meat.

Ye Qingcheng walked around the kitchen. It's Dusk now, and it's probably time for dinner. Ye Qingcheng figured out that it still takes time to cook tonight. In addition, she just looked at it. The seasoning is only simple salt and oil, and there are no other seasonings. Therefore, either make a simple dinner tonight or go out to eat tonight, The scenery here is so beautiful that there must be many characteristic restaurants.

Ye Qingcheng came out of the kitchen and discussed with Dongfang Shijin. Unexpectedly, ye Qingcheng came out of the kitchen and saw Dongfang Shijin leaning against the sofa outside, his eyes closed, as if he was very tired and asleep.

Ye Qingcheng couldn't help frowning. Is Dongfang Shijin very tired or seriously ill because of a cold?

She went over and checked. Dongfang Shijin's forehead was still warm. Maybe it was a little low fever. She simply went upstairs and took a thermometer and asked Dongfang Shijin to lie down on the sofa to measure him. The sofa was a mini type that could only let two people sit down. When Dongfang Shijin lay on it alone, it suddenly seemed that the living room was a little narrow.

Four or five minutes later, ye Qingcheng took out his thermometer, 37.8 degrees. Sure enough, he had a low fever.

I've never seen Dongfang Shijin get sick so easily before.

Ye Qingcheng went upstairs with a thermometer. He was more or less worried. Then he just came to the corner of the stairs and saw the horse with several bags back.

"By the way, is there a clinic or hospital near here?" Ye Qingcheng knows that the West has always been not seriously ill and will not go to the hospital. Generally, there are community doctors, because even for serious diseases, most of them need to make an appointment in advance.

"What's the matter? Miss ye, you're not feeling well?"

The horse is carrying a bag with some lunch boxes inside. Ye Qingcheng can also know that the horse just went to pack some dinner.

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