Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng took a look at the time. Soon, the man should come back.

There was no talk. Ye Qingcheng Quan was the default. With a snap, he directly pressed to hang up.

Who knows, Dongfang Shijin looked down at the tablet computer sent by the horse and chose several restaurants to refer to her opinions.

I'm afraid she's getting tired of eating plain rice in clear soup for so long.

For a change tonight, he ordered the horse to pack and take it back.

As a result, after a minute of thinking time, there was a busy sound, and there was a thin anger on the face of Dongfang Shijin.

Damn woman, always hang up on him!

It was a little dusk. Ye Qingcheng went upstairs early and wanted to have a rest and escape temporarily.

I don't know what I'm avoiding.

Ye Qingcheng scratched her hair impatiently. There was a bodyguard outside the door. She would be closely monitored for everything she did.

When ye Qingcheng came to the window, he suddenly had an idea. He just didn't know if it was feasible

The roar of the sports car and the orderly braking.

The door opened, shiny leather shoes, slender and straight trouser legs.

The breath is solemn and noble.

Dongfang Shijin pushes open the door and gets off. Ma Zai follows him and carries dozens of trays with the bodyguard behind him.

It's full of packaged meals.

There are spicy boiled fish, spicy shredded beef, double cooked meat

All kinds of hot and sour dishes.

He didn't know what kind of taste Ye Qingcheng liked, so he simply packed all the tastes he saw.

I wanted to abduct the cook directly, but there were no ready-made ingredients at home.

So, a group of bodyguards blocked the door of the hotel kitchen and contracted all the business tonight

The situation can be imagined.

Dongfang Shijin raised his head, and a thin smile slowly appeared on his handsome face.

However, his eyes touched the window on the second floor.

His eyes narrowed suddenly, and the two groups of strong anger seemed to erupt. His original handsome face was like the night before the storm

Deep, surging waves

Very good, very good, this damn woman, successfully angered him again!

The sharp pace ran from the living room to the bedroom. Dongfang Shijin kicked the door open, and the eagle's eyes scanned the huge bedroom.

The neat king size bed remains spotless.

Vases, magazines and other items are arranged as before.

The bathroom is empty.

A cold smile bloomed on his face, like a devil.

Good.

As the arrogant footsteps disappeared, the room returned to tranquility.

Ye Qingcheng carefully shrank in the wardrobe and listened carefully to the voice outside.

His heart seemed to be about to jump out. He had never been so nervous. Especially when Dongfang Shijin kicked the door open, the doors of the wardrobe were shaking slightly, which really startled Ye Qingcheng.

She really suspected that the man would kick the door.

Fortunately, he just stood in the room for a while and went down.

Then, ye Qingcheng heard the sound of the car rushing out.

I should have gone to her.

Ye Qingcheng waited patiently for a few minutes, determined that there was no sound outside, and then slowly pushed open the door of the wardrobe and came out.

It's quiet outside.

Ye Qingcheng carefully came to the window. The wind outside was blowing slightly, and the grass on the lawn was dancing with the wind.