Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Word by word, he virtually defeated Ye Qingcheng's arrogance.

Or maybe he's reminding himself?

But ye Qingcheng didn't retreat. She smiled faintly, without his imaginary fragility and rout.

"I hope so."

She will never give her heart.

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Dozens of exquisite snacks are placed on such a large table. They are listed one by one, which makes people have an appetite.

Ye Qingcheng was held by Dongfang Shijin and sat on his lap. He nodded slightly and the horse understood.

Ten waiters came in pushing the dining car. A young woman like a consul smiled, "Miss, there are classic dishes such as Italian appetizer, French breakfast, Greek breakfast and Cantonese breakfast. Which do you prefer?"

The silver covers were lifted one by one, and the aroma of food filled the whole restaurant.

Ye Qingcheng was a little dull. There were ten dining cars full of cakes and other expensive cakes.

There are only two cakes in a small plate.

It's so exquisite that people can't believe it's food.

"Choose one that suits your taste," Dongfang Shijin hugged her and rubbed her ear intimately.

The waiters are young girls. Seeing this scene, they are either envious or jealous.

They look so loving and blushing.

"Don't you have no appetite?" Dongfang Shijin is like a close lover. His eyes are a deep ocean, like coaxing children. "Leave what you like."

Ye Qingcheng frowned. Is it necessary to luxury breakfast like this?

Ye Qingcheng went down and picked some cakes in front of the dining car that seemed to give her an appetite.

In fact, it's incredible to see the exquisite food. I want to taste it.

"I have nothing to do today. I can stay with you all day," Dongfang Shijin hugged her and tucked her broken hair hanging on her cheek behind her ears.

"..." I wish you were away. Who likes your company.

"Can't you hear me?" Dongfang Shijin pinched her waist.

"There's something wrong with my ears?" Ye Qingcheng took a bite of palace pastry. The strong milk fragrance filled the whole mouth.

Dongfang Shijin picked up her little hand and turned the direction. The rest of the palace crisp fell into his mouth.

Ye Qingcheng was so angry that he even took her hand to wipe the debris at the corner of his mouth.

"No paper towels?" Ye Qingcheng frowned and didn't bother to quarrel with him. He drew a paper towel to wipe his hands. "Disgusting."

"I like your hand. It's as thin as bone and feels very comfortable." the president enjoyed it with a look on his face.

After contacting these times, ye Qingcheng's only creed is not to quarrel with this man or compare with him as a scoundrel.

Quietly pretend that she is air. As long as he doesn't go too far, she won't resist, because it's useless to resist.

Dongfang Shijin was thinking about how to tease her again. The mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated and rang.

He frowned. He didn't know who was calling. As soon as he saw the caller, Dongfang Shijin hung up. However, his mobile phone rang again and again, as if he had been calling without answering.

Ye Qingcheng got up and said he was going to get some fruit. He could just leave him.

Seeing this, Dongfang Shijin picked up his mobile phone and went to the study next door.