Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng was ashamed. There is such a thing

The next second, ye Qingcheng was recommended. Ma Zai and others didn't come with her.

Inside.

Pearl white curtains fall to the ground, good confined space, square table and tatami.

Two incense sticks were burning on the wooden table, the aroma was swirling, and there were several small glass candles jumping on the fire.

As soon as I came in, the atmosphere was extraordinarily ambiguous.

The handsome man sat on his side, with deep lines on his side face, very western feel, and a dark gray suit wrapped around his perfect figure.

He turned his face sideways when he heard the sound at the door.

The tall eyebrows, deep eye sockets and bridge of nose are higher than those of Oriental people. The cherry red thin lips roll up a radian. The whole face exudes the taste of the west, but the eyes are dark.

A handsome half blood man who can't be faced up to.

In his hand was a ceramic teapot with broken blue flowers on a white background, and two teacups were placed in front of him.

The light red tea is poured into the lotus bud shaped tea cup, and the streamlined design looks particularly comfortable.

He picked up the teapot with one hand and slightly held the lid of the teapot with the other hand.

His phalanges are slender, distinct and white. It turns out that a man's hands can be so beautiful sometimes.

The heat curled and slightly filled his face.

In addition, in the murals on the two walls, a woman dressed in Tang Dynasty costumes sits under the peach blossom tree, half covered with a gauze fan in her hand, smiling skillfully and somewhat shy. Behind her is a towering mountain, surrounded by clouds, lifelike.

The mere fact that he sat there was an extremely pleasing picture.

Noble temperament, refusing the king's breath thousands of miles away.

In particular, the handsome and incomparable face is a work of art carefully carved by God.

Two dark and deep eyes looked at her.

There are ambiguous factors floating in the air, as well as the charm from his sole possession.

"Tired all morning, hungry?"

There is a thin smile on the lips of Dongfang Shijin. The lips are very beautiful and light coral.

He held out his hand to her.

Ye Qingcheng glanced at the hand he handed over. It was bony, very generous and elegant. He directly chose to ignore it, but sat opposite him.

The deeper the smile in the eyes of Dongfang Shijin.

I haven't seen her in the morning, but she turned into this again.

Dongfang Shijin's naked eyes drifted on her.

The crimson dress is retro and elegant, which makes her skin more white.

Do not apply powder, but wear a deadly charm.

"There's something on my face?" Ye Qingcheng felt his sight and felt very unnatural.

It was as if she was not in front of him. This feeling not only made her insecure, but also increased her disgust.

He looked at her with an elusive smile.

"You're beautiful." but his eyes were clearly peeling her

"..." Ye Qingcheng, "thank you."

This sudden praise really makes Ye Qingcheng very unnatural.

Fortunately, at this time, the door of the room opened and the waiter came in with the dining car after testing.

The smell of food drifted away in the air.

Spicy chicken, Mapo Tofu, fish flavored shredded pork, Mao xuewang

This kind of restaurant has never made this kind of food. It is generally exquisite Western food, such as French food, Italian food, etc.