Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng's eyes are a little blurred - this is just the beginning. How long will this life of escaping and fleeing without knowing where the destination is?

Dongfang Shijin once said, at least three years.

three years.

36 months.

1095 days.

At that time, the baby was born. The baby was one year old and two years old. They were still living a wandering life.

Even ye Qingcheng himself clearly knows how to live in the future?

Dongfang Shijin will really put down his body to be an ordinary man, but no one will dare to hire him - after all, the Dongfang family must have issued an order now.

What should they do to support their family?

What should children do?

Ye Qingcheng slightly grabbed the bed sheet with one hand and gently stroked her bulging lower abdomen with the other hand. The bangs wet with sweat adhered to her. She turned her head slightly and looked at the tired sleeping face of Dongfang Shijin. She felt uncomfortable and tight in her heart.

How long has it been? She has never seen Dongfang Shijin look like this.

His handsome eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if where the rich sadness was condensed. His face had some broken beard, even a lot thinner, so it seemed that the outline of the whole person's cheek was more profound.

Ye Qingcheng gently turned over and got out of bed. Because of the tossing all the way, her long white skirt even rained. The long skirt that originally reached the ankle has now become an irregular skirt to the calf.

She was aching all over.

Fortunately, the ground is covered with a layer of carpet that is not meticulous, but also more or less isolated from the cold of the wooden floor.

When she walked over, there was a little sweat on the forehead of Dongfang Shijin. Ye Qingcheng was about to cover him with a quilt. He accidentally touched the skin on his hand, but found it was bitterly cold.

Ye Qingcheng was shocked. Subconsciously, he immediately raised his hand to touch his forehead, but his forehead was hot——

Dongfang Shijin has a fever.

Ye Qingcheng's heart suddenly tightened, took a thermometer to measure the temperature for Dongfang Shijin, and went out to look for the horse.

As a result, after going out, the horse and the ship owner were not on the ship. When ye Qingcheng looked, he saw that the ship stopped at the moment. The horse should go down to buy food with the ship owner.

Although the distance is not bright and dark, there are some faint lights in the distance, and there are people living here.

Ye Qingcheng returned to his room and took out his thermometer to check. When he saw the temperature above, it was 39.6 degrees. Sure enough, it was this fever again.

Ye Qingcheng felt something wrong this time. Generally speaking, Dongfang Shijin had a fever many times these days, even unconscious sleep. But ye Qingcheng found that the temperature of Dongfang Shijin was 38 degrees and 39 degrees every time, which was a strange temperature.

He rarely has a low fever and a high fever. It is basically the same that he lingers at 38-39 degrees.

At the moment, the horse is not here, and ye Qingcheng has no other way. He can only slowly put the chair flat - the sofa has an adjustable place, and his legs are flat.

This makes it a mini bed.

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