Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Yes, yes, but it's been a long time..." the fisherman still hesitated. After all, it seems that the so-called friends in Ma's mouth don't look like ordinary people.

Especially that man, just looking at his handsome degree, he doesn't look like an ordinary person, especially his temperament is very strong and cold.

"It doesn't matter. I'll pay. In addition, if there is any food on the ship - I think you've just come back from the sea, I might as well buy some fish," the horse looked. There are several fish baskets on the deck, the fish are still alive, and the sea air is a little fishy.

"OK, if you don't mind."

The Fisherman answered, then turned and picked some delicious and plump fish from the fish basket and put them in the small fish basket next to him.

The horse paid, then carried the fish basket and asked the location of the kitchen.

When ye Qingcheng opened his eyes again, it was because he had a lot of sweat all over his body. He was very sticky and uncomfortable. Moreover, there was some air leakage in the window, and the cold sea breeze was really uncomfortable.

Ye Qingcheng slowly moved down. He should have taken cold medicine, so his fever subsided, but his whole body was sour and uncomfortable because of the rain. There were no clothes to change and no place to change, so he had to make do with it.

She slowly propped up her body, her temples jumped abruptly, and her whole body was sore. She lifted her eyelids. There was only a dim yellow light here. It seemed as if time had gone back for more than 20 years in a moment. A small window was diagonally above the small single bed, separated by a thin curtain, and the sky outside was as black as ink.

Ye Qingcheng looked out. There was a layer of ethereal fog outside, and then slowly floated. It should still be on the sea.

After a long time at sea, people who don't go to the sea often feel a little uncomfortable.

Coupled with Ye Qingcheng's pregnancy, he felt particularly sick.

She resisted the feeling of vomiting and slowly raised her eyelids to look at the room. The room is very narrow, that is, more than 10 square meters or less. The furniture here is a little old and very simple. A small writing desk is filled with all kinds of small things, hot water pots, messy drugs and porcelain cups dissatisfied with tea stains, Small tray, etc.

And the two bowls of fish soup on the small bedside cabinet next to it should be cold.

There is a small single sofa in the corner of the room. The broken flower sofa cover is washed, and the patterns on it can hardly be seen. Dongfang Shijin sits on the sofa like that, his handsome face tilts slightly to the side, and there is a low small table in front of him. His slender legs are put on it at will, and his body is only covered with a thin blue blanket.

I don't know if it's because of the dim yellow light of the years. Ye Qingcheng's heart is jumping suddenly. There is always that kind of love coming up. Why has Dongfang Shijin wronged himself so much?

The bed was so small that she could sleep on it alone, so Dongfang Shijin slept on the sofa.

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