Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"OK."

As soon as ye Qingcheng heard what the horse said, he no longer wanted to stay.

The horse nodded and went out.

Ye Qingcheng stood in the living room. There were five small lunch boxes on the table. She sat there and opened them one by one. There were two rice, one meat dish, one vegetable dish and one soup.

It is also very rich. Although their current situation is not good, at least Ye Qingcheng has not worried about eating.

Ye Qingcheng sat beside Dongfang Shijin and slowly ate dinner. This is a simple Chinese food. Although it certainly tastes not as good as authentic Chinese food, it is a little reassuring to be able to eat Chinese food in the distant Netherlands.

Because Dongfang Shijin hasn't woke up yet, ye Qingcheng doesn't even have a meal. He solves his dinner in more than ten minutes, and then goes to clean up the living room.

She went upstairs to take a thin blanket for Dongfang Shijin and covered it carefully. She glanced at the clock in the living room. It was only 19:03 p.m

Ye Qingcheng thought that if Dongfang Shijin didn't wake up, let him sleep in the living room. She was watching him in the living room tonight. If Dongfang Shijin woke up, she was asking him to go upstairs.

Ye Qingcheng held a thin quilt and took some books by the way. There was a small single sofa in the living room. She sat on it and read.

Re measure the temperature of Dongfang Shijin from time to time and wipe his face with a warm towel.

His low fever seems to be continuing. Ye Qingcheng is pregnant. After all, she is easily tired. In the early morning, she got up to re measure the temperature for Dongfang Shijin, but found that the lips of Dongfang Shijin were dry or even cracked.

This shows that the fever of Dongfang Shijin should be worse.

But at this time, she had fed Dongfang Shijin medicine and applied a cold towel to him. Ye Qingcheng squatted in front of the sofa and held Dongfang Shijin's hand. She was tired and helpless, and there was a touch of deep heartache.

"Dongfang Shijin, when will you recover?"

Ye Qingcheng's eyes are sleepy, but seeing that Dongfang Shijin has no trace of recovery, ye Qingcheng is not down-to-earth.

I don't know if I noticed Ye Qingcheng's whisper. Dongfang Shijin was slightly moved by her hand. Ye Qingcheng immediately noticed it and whispered his name.

The Oriental world brocade had some consciousness and moved its eyes slightly. The scene in front of it was blurred, as if it were a collection of rough lights.

It is not a bright crystal chandelier, there is no dark red carving rod of Baroque, but a simple and fresh fluorescent lamp, as well as shallow and green walls.

"Dongfang Shijin... Are you awake?" Ye Qingcheng saw Dongfang Shijin and opened her eyes. She was surprised. She thought Dongfang Shijin was going to have such a high fever all night

[Dongfang Shijin... Are you awake...?]

[are you awake...?]

A woman's voice seems to have been added with special effects, constantly echoing in his ears, circle after circle like ripples

The surrounding air seemed to be vacuumized, and then he could hear his own slow breathing

Dongfang Shijin tried hard to gather the focus of his sight. The warm light still made him uncomfortable. His head seemed to be blank.

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