Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

[when you were 21, we met. You always said I was the most annoying person in the world...]

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[at the age of 25, our first child was born. I smiled, hugged him and said he really looked like you...]

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[at the age of 80, you snuggled in my arms. We watched the thick snow falling from the church door and arranged your scarf for you...]

The broken voice constantly appeared in Ye Qingcheng's brain, like the sharpest pieces of glass, scratching her heart again and again.

Ye Qingcheng feels like something that doesn't belong to him is forcibly rushing into his body

The open kitchen is spacious and bright.

Transparent glass, wild roses from the open window, with green roses intertwined above, all of which are beautiful

A man stood there, as if preparing something. The pot on the stove was stewing fish soup.

When it comes to Ye Qingcheng, Dongfang Shijin has always tried his best to do it by himself, and never trusted others to do it.

Ye Qingcheng looked at the white table. There were many prepared foods on the table, such as milk stewed eggs, egg soup, nuts and vegetable salad, Chinese wolfberry ribs soup... And now the fish soup on the pot.

This scene also seems to be familiar.

"Get up?" the man's low alcohol and sexy voice sounded in her ear. It was like seeing ye Qingcheng long ago. Dongfang Shijin said and brought a small plate of cut fruit from the side.

Ye Qingcheng stood at the door of the kitchen, with a faint warmth in his eyebrows and eyes.

"Well..."

Who is she now

Is it because of... That woman?

Ye Qingcheng obviously should feel sad, but she clearly feels some expectations and wants to take it for granted to enjoy this simple and warm life

No matter who she is now, she is so easily moved for the Oriental world brocade

Ye Qingcheng walked over slowly and stretched out his hand to take the fruit plate in Dongfang Shijin's hand. Dongfang Shijin pulled the plate back. Ye Qingcheng subconsciously moved forward, but he was falling into Dongfang Shijin's arms

Ye Qingcheng's face turned red in an instant.

Looking up again, I saw a little bad smile on Dongfang Shijin's face

That faint smile crossed the handsome face of Dongfang Shijin. If Fang Ruo came out of the painting

At that moment, the air stopped

The sun is bright, and the roses outside are in full bloom

Dongfang Shijin held her in her arms and stretched out a bracelet around her. The sun was just right. She was wearing the faint fragrance of roses

"Good morning."

His kiss fell on her forehead. Ye Qingcheng held fruit in his hand and his head was covered

This breakfast was all to help Ye Qingcheng's memory, but ye Qingcheng didn't know it.

Dongfang Shijin was more gentle than ever. There were only two of them in the whole restaurant. Dongfang Shijin didn't even trust her to sit next to him. She had to sit on his lap to feel at ease, and each dish was personally cooled before it was handed to her.

"Thank you..." Ye Qingcheng is still not used to it.

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