Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"I'm leaving now?" Dongfang Shikai raised his eyebrows. "Don't you appreciate having supper together?"

Dongfang Shijin walked to the door, put his hand on his hand and slightly turned his face. "You'd better not poke anything while you're here, otherwise, even heaven can't save you."

How could Dongfang Shikai not understand his pun?

1. Don't mess with him. The consequences are terrible. 2. Don't make trouble yourself, or the consequences will be even more terrible if master Dongfang knows about it.

And the Oriental family has never been exposed.

The door was slammed and the environment returned to silence.

Dongfang Shikai got up lazily, went to the round table, picked up the red wine and poured it into the goblet. His side face was quiet and handsome.

"Sir, do we really want to spend here? How boring should we be every day?"

The man with dark brown hair was half lying on the soft couch, supporting his face with one hand, as if covered with a layer of sadness.

The shirt is a little messy, complex, with a small white arm exposed in the open sleeve, and the hand bone is slender and beautiful.

"Kyd, you haven't known me for so many years?" Dongfang Shikai chuckled and walked to the soft couch again with a glass.

The man named Kidd sat up lazily, his slender fingertips slowly across the robe belt of Dongfang Shikai.

"No one in the world knows you better than I do."

"No one has a chance to try to enter my world except you."

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When Dongfang Shikai was suddenly taken back to Dongfang's home, he was just a poor boy who made a living by painting every day and his mother was seriously ill.

However, painting can't make a living, even if he sits in the cold wind on the corner all day.

Without money, I can only watch my mother wither day by day. The once beautiful and moving woman is as thin as a straw.

Once bright and beautiful long blond hair, no longer, dark and dull, like messy broken firewood.

"Mom, why don't you ever tell me anything about my biological father, even a word?"

His body was thin and pale, his light blue shirt was stained with dyes, and his hands were always dirty and miscellaneous colors.

He was embarrassed and thin.

He knew that his father must have an extraordinary status, because in these years of life, the poverty was really unbearable. His mother took out the only jewelry from her arms and asked him to change it.

She kept it close to her for more than ten years and carefully collected it.

The jewelry looks precious and valuable, with golden texture, inlaid broken diamonds and exquisite pendants.

With the warmth of my mother.

But the pawnbroker looked at such a thin boy and thought he stole it and gave him very little money.

But less is better than none.

With the money from jewelry and his daily life on the street corner, he barely made a living without a meal.

"Even if I tell you who your father is, what qualifications do you have to recognize him?"

The young Dongfang Shikai finally pressed for the answer, two words, Dongfang.

He hated that the cold-blooded man touched his mother as a servant on a cold and rainy night and was thrown out of the manor alone with pregnancy.

Pick up what others don't want and hide in the shabby alley by the Rhine River.

He has no money, no money to treat his mother's illness.

I can only go out early every day and sit at the corner to draw a portrait. I go out at dawn and come back after dark.