Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng's men consciously surrounded the neck of Dongfang Shijin.

"When are you going to marry me?"

Dongfang Shijin sat, held Ye Qingcheng in his arms, stretched out his hand and gently brushed away a wisp of broken hair in front of Ye Qingcheng's forehead.

"Hmm?" Ye Qingcheng obviously didn't react. Even under such circumstances, Dongfang Shijin said this sentence, "when will I marry you?"

"Well, when will you marry me?"

"Any time is good, as long as it's you."

Ye Qingcheng answered softly and looked closely at the delicate and handsome eyebrows and eyes of the Oriental world brocade. The softness in his heart seemed to be a soft feather blowing gently.

"Women always need surprises."

The Oriental world brocade raised one side of the lip, with an oblique smile and a touch of soul charm.

Because Dongfang Shijin still has a fever today, he needs to rest early. He has a "color heart" and no "color power".

The night of this day seems to have been particularly long. Ye Qingcheng nestled in the arms of Dongfang Shijin. The pure cotton curtains, through, give people a particularly peaceful and quiet feeling.

Dongfang Shijin holds Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng closed his eyes, as if he could not help but see the bright future between them - maybe the days would be hard, but as long as they loved each other, they would always be sweet and happy.

The next morning, when ye Qingcheng opened her eyes, the big bed was empty. She subconsciously wanted to see if Dongfang Shijin's fever had recovered. She thought he was washing in the bathroom. As a result, she pushed open the door of the bathroom, but it was empty.

Ye Qingcheng feels strange. Is Dongfang Shijin eating downstairs?

Ye Qingcheng was wearing slippers and didn't think about it. He was afraid that Dongfang Shijin was still ill, in case of fever.

With this in mind, she went all the way down to the living room on the first floor. As a result, the living room on the first floor was empty. Instead, there was a small plate on the bar. Ye Qingcheng walked over and looked. It was a good breakfast, a fried heart-shaped egg, and a small mini tomato pasta next to it. The ketchup made people look very hungry.

Ye Qingcheng touched the plate. The plate was still warm. It should be the breakfast prepared by Dongfang Shijin for her not long ago.

I don't know what this man did.

But ye Qingcheng's heart had a vague peace of mind, and he could not say any reason for his peace of mind. He didn't worry at all.

"Squeak --"

After ye Qingcheng had breakfast, suddenly the wooden door of the house was gently pushed open. Ye Qingcheng subconsciously looked back and saw a big golden hair coming in with its tail wagging. It was also tied with a black bow tie around its neck and a blooming rose in its mouth.

It shook its big furry tail and walked to Ye Qingcheng. The golden retriever was like a smiling angel with a bright smile. The rose was in his mouth and looked particularly bright.

With a smile, ye Qingcheng took the rose in Jinmao's mouth and sniffed it in front of his nose. There were still a little dew in the rose stamens, which should have been trimmed this morning.

Before ye Qingcheng could clean up the remains of today's leftovers, Jinmao gently bit her skirt and dragged her out.

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