Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Have you accepted your fate?" the man's voice suddenly stopped. I didn't expect Ye Qingcheng to have this attitude.

The footsteps of Dongfang Shijin could not help but stare at her face with black eyes.

Dongfang Shijin thought she would fight desperately.

The result was different from what he thought, which was beyond his expectation.

"You've caught me. I have nothing to say."

Suddenly, the lip corner of the Oriental world brocade was hooked, "why do you want to understand now?"

“……”

"Be clever before, and you won't suffer."

Ye Qingcheng was silent. She couldn't figure out the man. He was too uncertain. Although she was relieved by his current tone, she couldn't be careless.

She paraphrased what the maid said to her today——

Your young master has a strange and explosive temper, like a psycho

[miss, our young master's temper is very simple. If you are clever, you won't suffer any pain.]

Well, the servants around him are naturally facing him.

No servant said his master was bad.

In particular, Dongfang Shijin always has clear rewards and punishments. Except for the maid who makes him particularly dissatisfied, he hardly criticizes and dislikes on weekdays.

On the one hand, it is also because these servants were transferred from the old Oriental house.

……

Unexpectedly, the man held her all the way and didn't put her down until the door of the restaurant.

The smell of the food wafted in.

Ye Qingcheng smelled the smell and his stomach growled. He could not help frowning and looked at the table.

It's all Sichuan food, double cooked meat, boiled fish, Mapo Tofu

She couldn't help but be slightly shocked. These days here, there are all the same foreign cuisine, Italian cuisine, French cuisine

This is the first time there is Chinese cuisine, and obviously, it is some dishes with heavy taste.

According to her speculation these days, Dongfang Shijin always likes western cuisine, and his taste is light.

The most obvious contrast is that the taste of Chinese cuisine is more emphasized.

While ye Qingcheng was thinking, the maid said, "Miss, now you should wash your hands and prepare for dinner."

Ye Qingcheng was pulled by the maid and almost half forced to wash his hands three times. After strict disinfection, he went to the restaurant.

The chief is the position of Dongfang Shijin. He sits there with a deep expression between his eyebrows and eyes.

Perhaps because he is a hybrid, his facial features look more profound.

Dongfang Shijin sat there and stretched out a hand to her.

Dark between the eyebrows and eyes, as if to absorb her.

Ye Qingcheng bit her lip and walked reluctantly. After all, she is in a weak position now. Seeing the situation is the hero.

That's the truth.

What's more... She caused the situation today, and he naturally had an excuse to "punish" her.

When ye Qingcheng walked over, he raised his hand and sat down on his lap.

"How do you feel about today's food?" he raised his hand, stroked a wisp of her broken hair, tucked it behind his ears, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

Ye Qingcheng leaned against his chest, and his powerful heartbeat was behind her.

Specially prepared for her?

"OK." Ye Qingcheng gave a pertinent answer.

"OK?" Dongfang Shijin was obviously dissatisfied with such an answer and frowned. "I thought you would miss these after these days."