Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Everything here still maintains the appearance that ye Qingcheng left at the beginning.

Even when there is no one, there are special servants to clean up.

Reaching out and pressing on the light at the door, the warm yellow halo opened in an instant. The not particularly large living room was spacious and tidy, with broken flower curtains and handmade hook woven sofa cushions. The style was Mediterranean White, with a bit of American pastoral style.

Very warm.

There are many picture frames on the cabinet next to the TV. When ye Qingcheng walked slowly, she saw a young woman standing under an old tree in her bachelor's clothes. Her smile was dull, light, but very elegant. The arrogance in her eyebrows was like a swan.

It's still that woman.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes flashed over the photo frame one by one, all of which were the woman

Dongfang Shijin walked into the kitchen and remembered that ye Qingcheng didn't eat anything tonight.

Ye Qingcheng walked alone in the living room, full of exquisite ornaments, inadvertently highlighting the original taste of the hostess here - elegant and exquisite.

Ye Qingcheng's hand rested on a photo. The woman on it was beautiful. She was standing under a big tree. There should be something else next to her, but the right side of the photo was cut off. Ye Qingcheng certainly didn't know... These cut photos are the masterpieces of Dongfang Shijin.

Because he can't see other people, especially men, in Ye Qingcheng's photos, such as... Lu Jingshen.

"I didn't eat much tonight. Eat these first and then see."

In the twinkling of an eye, Dongfang Shijin has come out of the kitchen. Usually, there are special servants to purchase. The ingredients here are guaranteed to be the freshest every day.

Dongfang Shijin only warmed Ye Qingcheng a glass of milk and a bowl of simple egg noodles.

At any time, Dongfang Shijin can go to the kitchen and skillfully cook a supper for her.

Ye Qingcheng felt a little bored and looked at the food brought out by Dongfang Shijin. "Won't you go tonight?"

"Well, here, go back tomorrow morning."

Dongfang Shijin looked at her as if he were exploring her, "aren't you familiar with here?"

"..." Ye Qingcheng shook his head, put down the picture frame in his hand and sat down on the broken flower cloth sofa, but he thought there were many memories here, which was not true.

Dongfang Shijin put the noodles in front of her. Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath, as if looking for a topic, "I didn't expect... You can cook."

"At first I wouldn't, but after meeting her, I would," Dongfang Shijin looked at her like ink and couldn't figure out the emotion inside, but his voice was soft. "I just wanted to get married. I never thought about it before meeting her, but after meeting her, I just wanted to do it with her."

"..." Ye Qingcheng gave a slight meal with his chopsticks, and then his heart began to hurt violently. It was sour and astringent. Unexpectedly, there was a little soft without knowing the reason. It seemed that two people exploded in her body and kept shouting

"Well... She must be fine..."

"Ye Qingcheng is unique in the world."

Ye Qingcheng didn't know why. She ate up the bowl of noodles obediently - Lilian didn't like shredded meat noodles, but the owner of this body seemed to like it very much

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