Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Dongfang Shijin put the plate room in front of Ye Qingcheng, but didn't say anything. He just stretched out his hand and gently wiped a little tears on Ye Qingcheng's face.

Ye Qingcheng sat down in his chair, looked down and watched Dongfang Shijin bring up the supper. The supper was not much - in fact, there were plenty of ingredients here, but most of the vegetables were not like by Ye Qingcheng.

So by comparison, the choice is not so wide.

Ye Qingcheng watched the avocado cut in the Oriental world brocade bar and fried an egg inside. When ye Qingcheng was pregnant, he suddenly liked to eat avocado. Almost every day, you can see the avocado salad and avocado cuisine

He can also clearly remember every vegetable Ye Qingcheng likes.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes are a little sour and uncomfortable.

Ye Qingcheng carried the plate next to him. Dongfang Shijin was turning back to bring ye Qingcheng milk. When he turned back, he saw that ye Qingcheng was carrying the plate.

"So hungry?" he asked with a smile.

Ye Qingcheng sat there and slowly cut the food in front of him. Dongfang Shijin came over and was about to finish the result. On the plate in Ye Qingcheng's hand, he saw Ye Qingcheng cut the beef pie in the plate neatly.

Dongfang Shijin opened a chair in front of Ye Qingcheng. As soon as he sat down, ye Qingcheng handed over his fork.

"How?" Dongfang Shijin raised her head, with a faint smile on her handsome face. Looking at Ye Qingcheng sitting on it, she gently bit her lower lip, but the expression on her face looked pitiful.

"This is for you."

Dongfang Shijin responded with a smile.

"I'm ready to eat." Ye Qingcheng's voice was a little foggy and sounded a little nasal.

"Hmm? What else does Dongfang Shijin want to say? Ye Qingcheng's fork was simply handed to his lips.

Dongfang Shijin had to open his mouth and eat.

Next, ye Qingcheng was just slowly cutting the beef pie on the plate. Dongfang Shijin stared at her for a moment. It always felt that the atmosphere seemed to be different, but Dongfang Shijin couldn't notice where ye Qingcheng had changed

The atmosphere was slightly stiff for another moment, as if something was slowly freezing between each other, but each other didn't know what turned into such indifference.

Ye Qingcheng returned to the room and sat half on the big bed. The light was dim. There was almost no light in the room. Only the dim pale yellow bedside lamp at the head of the bed, and the semi arc light fainted with a small shadow.

There was a rustling sound of water in the kitchen. It should be Dongfang Shijin washing dishes.

Ye Qingcheng held his breath and heard the water crashing over there. It stopped only a few minutes.

Then the next moment, the sliding door of the kitchen made a slight sound and saw the Oriental world brocade coming out of the kitchen.

He was still wearing only a white bath towel. He was strong and sexy. Especially in this dim light, his skin was plated with a light warm light.

The bottom of Ye Qingcheng's heart couldn't stop wanting to hug him.

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