Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

With one hand around Ye Qingcheng's waist, he filled Ye Qingcheng with a bowl of millet porridge with the other hand, cooled it and personally handed it to Ye Qingcheng's lips——

"Miss octopus, try rice porridge?"

His smile is handsome, and the smile held by his thin lips is the tenderness of Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng raised his head from his arms and looked at the deep eyes of Dongfang Shijin, which rippled with thick spoil.

She opened her mouth and the porridge tasted just right.

The delicious smell of shrimp and parsley.

"Miss ye, you have made more and more contributions recently. I need to feed you myself?"

Dongfang Shijin smiled and gave Ye Qingcheng many of her favorite meals.

"No," Ye Qingcheng leaned against him and rubbed him, "I just think... Time passes quickly. In a twinkling of an eye, it will be a year."

Around, it's still the two of them.

"Just thinking... When can we really live a simple life without scruples."

Ye Qingcheng slightly lowered his eyelashes.

Dongfang Shijin didn't speak.

Ye Qingcheng thought it was him. The good atmosphere was ruined. When he looked up again, he saw the warm eyes of Dongfang Shijin. He pinched Ye Qingcheng's sharp chin with one hand, and his eyes were like water, "a month?"

"Believe you." Ye Qingcheng's lips held a smile. As long as it was what Dongfang Shijin said... She believed everything.

"Dongfang Shijin..." Ye Qingcheng sat in his arms and blinked. "Happy birthday."

Dongfang Shijin was stunned.

"A few days ago, I recovered my memory, but..." Ye Qingcheng bit his lip. "At that time, I didn't want to be frank with you. It was obviously your birthday... I didn't say this sentence to you personally. Happy birthday."

His 29th birthday.

Dongfang Shijin reached out and pinched her nose.

The dinner was very warm. After dinner, Dongfang Shijin took her back to the bedroom and put her on the big bed. When her eyes were opposite, "I won't go anywhere this week. I'll concentrate on staying at home with you."

"Doesn't it matter?" Ye Qingcheng naturally misses the Oriental world brocade. "Just came back, there must be a lot of things. If you have something to do, don't worry about me. You'll be fine when you're finished..."

Beside Dongfang Shijin, you can't be a burden to him.

"Qingcheng."

The low charm male voice is mellow and pleasant to hear.

"Huh?"

Ye Qingcheng is lying on the bed, the Oriental world brocade is pressed above her, and the tip of his nose is high.

"Don't you think the best birthday gift for 29 years old... Shouldn't be having a baby?"

"So, is that why you want to stay at home with me for a week?"

Ye Qingcheng's heart jumped suddenly, baby... It's been a year.

Their first baby has been away for a year, but the pain and expectation are unforgettable and still remember deeply.

"Of course not," Dongfang Shijin also noticed Ye Qingcheng's pupil constriction, and he gently kissed Ye Qingcheng's eyebrows. "Just think about it slowly... Don't let me wait until I'm 40..."

"Why?"

"Or I'll be the oldest father in the future?"

"The most handsome father." Ye Qingcheng smiled, but about the baby... Ye Qingcheng hasn't thought about it yet.

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