Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"I'm not in good health. Take some supplements," said Dongfang Shijin. His voice was still the same. He stared at her with a pale face.

The eyes were clear and stubborn, and did not hide the deep disgust inside.

Ye Qingcheng pulled the corners of his mouth, and there was a nervous pain in his lower abdomen, "thank you for your kindness, heart!"

The cat cries and the mouse pretends to be merciful.

Oh.

Ye Qingcheng's face is pale and cold, his lips are dry, and his long hair like seaweed is somewhat messy.

The man's heavy eyes seemed to stick to her face and stare a hole alive.

"Woman, are you playing a little temper with me?" Dongfang Shijin looked at her stubborn appearance, and her face was naturally gloomy.

But thinking of her discomfort and what the doctor said, she was weak.

Dongfang Shijin frowned.

I can't tell what it feels like. I really want to be covered with something and depressed.

"Little temper?" the sarcasm on Ye Qingcheng's lips was even greater. "Am I qualified? Don't you feel disgusted that you humiliate me in public and hypocritically care about me afterwards?"

Disgusting?

Say he's disgusting?

"I tell you... I'll never forgive you for what you did to me today! It's impossible for a lifetime!"

"..." the eyebrow of Dongfang Shijin frowned, "take care of your body first. We'll discuss this later."

She was like a hedgehog. When facing him, she put up the sharpest thorn on her body and wrapped herself

It hurts... It's him.

But he couldn't express any anger.

"Wishful thinking," Ye Qingcheng's eyes were cold, grabbed a porcelain bowl next to him and fell to the ground!

"Pa -"

A bowl of rice porridge was severely broken. Suddenly, the original delicious rice porridge opened on the carpet.

The fragments splashed and wiped the back of Dongfang Shijin's hand.

"That's what you're going to do if you continue to force me," said Ye Qingcheng, with his chin raised and his eyes like frozen ice. "It's a big deal, we're burning jade and stone! No one wants to be better!"

Just ignore his stormy face.

She's not afraid to die.

He's angry. What's the worst result? Nothing more than death!

Somehow, at this moment, ye Qingcheng suddenly felt that nothing mattered.

Dongfang Shijin looked at her coldly, his chest was full of suppressed anger, and his eyes were as sharp as a sharp blade.

Vicious and sharp, it turns into the sharpest knife alive.

Ye Qingcheng stared at him without fear——

The stalemate lasted for two minutes. Finally, Dongfang Shijin relaxed, picked up a bowl of qizaoshen egg porridge, scooped up a spoonful, and handed it to her mouth.

"Well -"

Ye Qingcheng did not expect that the porridge with the right heat slipped into her mouth and choked.

Seeing this, Dongfang Shijin was even more powerful and did not allow Ye Qingcheng to react. He fed a small bowl of porridge into it.

"Cough -"

Ye Qingcheng choked, and the rice porridge slipped down the corner of his lips, winding out a small trace

He coldly took a spoon and fed her spoon by spoon.

Even if she resists and struggles

Suddenly, the neckline of Ye Qingcheng's nightdress was full of traces of porridge.

Her lower body was so uncomfortable that she couldn't even move.

Ye Qingcheng had to give up the resistance and made himself embarrassed.

Ye Qingcheng just didn't want to talk to him. Unexpectedly, he didn't finish pouring.

One bowl of porridge, two bowls of porridge, the third bowl of porridge

Ye Qingcheng couldn't eat at last. Dongfang Shijin raised his hand and touched her stomach. As expected, she was full.