Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Well, I'm tired of eating. I want to go back to sleep." Ye Qingcheng was obviously perfunctory.

Her perfunctory, because her heart gradually clear plan.

It's like being caught short all the time. Suddenly one day, this handle is gone.

When ye Qingcheng finished, he suddenly found a problem. The man hasn't moved his chopsticks yet.

Sure enough, this is not the problem Ye Qingcheng should worry about. The next second, the waiter pushed the dining car in again and removed the plate Ye Qingcheng had just moved.

We added appetizer mushroom soup, seafood pasta, baked bean paste with cheese, French fried steak

Ye Qingcheng's stomach is very frustrated and quietly resists ~ discussion.

Dongfang Shijin sat there, dark gray suit, white shirt and navy blue tie.

Tall and straight.

The handsome face carved by the knife is very charming. Every inch seems to be carefully carved by God

With the inherent dignity and dignity on his face, he noticed that ye Qingcheng moved aside without trace.

Black eyes slightly narrowed, "after eating their own, you want to run? Come and wait on me for dinner."

Bah, it's obviously intentional.

Ye Qingcheng wants to hide. She just ate a few mouthfuls to deal with it. She's still hungry and has to serve him for dinner. Why?

Of course she won't.

"It seems that you are full, but I am still hungry. Why don't I sacrifice my life to digest with you?"

Here is a good environment. White fur cushion is spread under the body, snow-white and noble.

Tatami is spacious and comfortable, like a small private bed, and very soft.

It's also very soundproof here. No sound can be heard outside. Even if something is broken inside, it's quiet outside. Ye Qingcheng remembers that these rooms are equipped with silencing equipment.

And because the door lock is complex, no one can enter.

Ye Qingcheng was also aware of his general dangerous and straightforward information about hunting. He squeezed his fist and could only move over reluctantly.

He wanted to sit next to him, but as soon as his ass touched the cushion, the whole person was lifted up by a force.

Sat firmly on his lap.

Ye Qingcheng didn't struggle at all. The struggle was also futile. He didn't ask what he wanted to eat. He leaned forward slightly, picked up a small bowl and scooped up a small portion of thick soup.

Dongfang Shijin wanted to do something "bad" to appetizer, but she straight filled him with vegetables.

So obedient?

The next second, the porcelain bowl came to his lips. Without waiting for the reaction of Dongfang Shijin, the thick soup poured into his mouth.

So, the Milky ~ white soup meanders down along his beautiful lips

The soup flowed down the corner of his mouth, wiped his sharp chin, and left traces on his dark gray suit.

Water eyes have the cunning and pride of success.

"Intentional?" the pupil suddenly contracted, like an angry leopard.

"That's right." she also raised her lips and chin slightly. "I didn't mean it. Maybe I meant it."

I don't know if it's such ambient light. Her red lips are enchanting, like wild roses blooming late at night.

The radian of the corners of the mouth is just right.

His face is reflected in his clear eyes, jumping and floating

Like a enchanted spirit in the forest.

Goblins.

A bewitching goblin.

He is like a tourist passing by the jungle. The forest is lush. She sits on the branch of a tree. The sun blurred her face. It is mysterious and quiet. People can't help but want to get close to her and touch her truth