Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Knowing that ye Qingcheng could not answer, he could only shake his head or nod his head.

Ye Qingcheng bowed his head and made no answer.

"Let the kitchen make her something to eat. It's light. Her voice hasn't recovered."

Lucifer told the maid behind him not to treat it as outside at all.

Ye Qingcheng was led downstairs by him. She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't send his shackles.

In the white jade carving pole on the second floor, ye Qingcheng can clearly see that Dongfang Shijin is sitting on the big sofa below. It's more than 11 noon. He should have got up early

In front of him lay a pot of freshly brewed black tea, curling with heat. The servant behind came forward and poured the black tea into the exquisite black tea cup. The slightly orange red liquid swayed in the cup, emitting a faint halo.

He sat there, drinking tea as if it were a picture.

However, it is not difficult to see that his eyes are sinister, like two sharp and dense ice cones.

Dongfang Shijin sat on the sofa and watched Lucifer enter the restaurant next to Ye Qingcheng. Because he liked the semi open design, he could see ye Qingcheng more clearly, so at the beginning, Dongfang Shijin ordered someone to connect the restaurant with the half wall of the living room.

Therefore, Lucifer and ye Qingcheng can be clearly seen here.

In the kitchen, the most fragrant millet porridge and some fish soup were prepared. Lucifer filled some one by one, cooled them and handed them to her.

Ye Qingcheng was speechless and tried to make a voice of rejection, but the vocal cords were very painful.

The hand of Dongfang Shijin holding the tea cup tightened again.

"Bang -"

Ye Qingcheng raised his head and saw the figure of Dongfang Shijin turning out. Because the door was a landing glass door, he could see Dongfang Shijin standing at the door of the villa, and then there was a slight sound of the collision of fire boxes.

He smokes outside.

"Lillian, eating more rice porridge is good for your vocal cords... This is Tremella Sydney porridge, sweet and delicious, which can lubricate your throat..."

Lucifer is not tired of it.

Ye Qingcheng bit his lip and suddenly got up. Lucifer was still holding food for her.

Ye Qingcheng walked near the refrigerator and stove. The stove looked unused. The tomato and egg noodles she made yesterday were still in the refrigerator.

It means... The Oriental world brocade hasn't eaten yet, or he has been waiting for her today, and then Lucifer suddenly appears?

Ye Qingcheng stood beside the table and looked at the rich breakfast. He had no appetite at all.

"Lillian, do you know what you look like now... I even regret sending you back here."

Lucifer sat in the first place and clearly saw that ye Qingcheng's eyes were looking towards the door.

Yes, she was originally Ye Qingcheng. Even if her memory has problems, her heart is still Oriental world brocade.

Lucifer felt pain, but he had to cover it up.

He did not expect that Dongfang Shijin would directly bring her back to s City, China.

In Britain, Lucifer still has the power to monitor, but in China, Lucifer has no way.

Now, at this critical juncture, Lucifer can't take out his staff to transfer to China, otherwise Seth has found a reasonable excuse to attack him.