Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Because she hasn't spoken in a whole year.

Dongfang Shijin stared at her, but could not catch any emotional changes.

Dongfang Shijin also seemed to sneer at his just thought.

"Can you cook?"

It's like trying every means to prove her identity.

Ye Qingcheng looked at him blankly and bit her lips. It seemed that she had never entered the kitchen

Dongfang Shijin didn't allow her to think at all. He picked her up. Ye Qingcheng struggled for a while. He is also very sleepy now. As a result, her struggle is of no use at all.

The kitchen is semi open and very large. There are shelves on all three walls, on which all kinds of fresh ingredients are placed. Cheese alone is neatly placed on half of the wall.

Ye Qingcheng doesn't feel strange at all?

Dongfang Shijin put her down.

"Young master... Do you need supper now?"

The maid in a big Ruffle hesitated and came up to ask him.

"No."

Dongfang Shijin replied coldly, but his eyes kept looking at Ye Qingcheng, "can you cook?"

Ye Qingcheng bit his lip and swept the maid standing there. The maid noticed that the current aura was not quite right, so she withdrew silently

Ye Qingcheng shook his head and never entered the kitchen.

"If you can't make a decent dinner tonight - you can leave here tonight." the slender figure of Dongfang Shijin stood at the door, shrouded in a powerful haze.

Ye Qingcheng looked at him, not like joking. Although he felt some inexplicable discomfort, he still stretched out his hand and opened the refrigerator——

There are all kinds of fresh vegetables, fruits and good meat in the refrigerator.

She easily compromised.

Ye Qingcheng didn't know his taste, so he chose to make the safest simple dishes - tomato egg soup and clear soup noodles.

Ye Qingcheng slowly opened the stove and relied on his intuition.

When Dongfang Shijin saw the ingredients selected by Ye Qingcheng, the old ones poured up one after another

Only Ye Qingcheng can cook this dish, because at the beginning, ye Qingcheng can't do anything, only below

The pot was bubbling on the stove. Ye Qingcheng stood next to the stove and didn't dare to look back at him.

There was something called entanglement in her heart that strongly enveloped her - she was unhappy. She was regarded as that woman and felt a little wronged. He just left her at the door.

Fifteen minutes later, the tomato and egg noodles were placed in front of the Oriental world brocade.

She stood beside the kitchen bar, her long curly hair hanging down, and the whole person seemed to be a hazy version of Ye Qingcheng.

Dongfang Shijin looked at her, and the atmosphere in the kitchen became a little delicate and cold.

An indescribable and unidentified depression shrouded the heart of Dongfang Shijin, like a pair of invisible hands, mercilessly pinching his heart.

Ye Qingcheng stood there. He didn't know what was going on. He only heard a hiss. It was the sound of a chair across the floor.

Ye Qingcheng looked up and saw the figure of Dongfang Shijin leaving.

She couldn't understand what the man was thinking

Of course, Ma Zai, who has been standing in the living room, witnessed this scene and noticed the abnormality of Dongfang Shijin tonight. He saw the slamming door of Dongfang Shijin's study.