Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth," Dongfang Shijin held her small nose and opened a tenderness in her eyes, "jealous of me."

He did not use interrogative sentences, but declarative sentences.

Is she jealous?

No,

Ye Qingcheng retorted in her heart, but suddenly she felt that she was lack of confidence. She didn't, but she just clearly thought that when he had a wife or fiancee, and maybe she was a third party, her heart suddenly felt sour.

This kind of sour and astringent is not sad for himself, but when a person who seems to have feelings suddenly tells himself that he has another half.

Is this jealous?

Or maybe because when he was with Lu Jingshen, his eyes were only her. She had never been so sour.

Like a little mushroom in my heart, it suddenly broke through the ground one day after the rain.

Is this... The feeling of jealousy?

Ye Qingcheng suddenly felt a little weak in his heart. He hung his eyelashes low and didn't look directly into his eyes.

Dongfang Shijin's two hands supported her and imprisoned her in his arms.

When the breeze blew, all the breath in his arms lingered around her with the wind.

The golden sunshine poured in from the French window. The whole bedroom was wide and bright. The breeze blew the white screen through the French window.

The two in bed are warm and romantic, just like lovers falling in love.

While kissing and landing on Ye Qingcheng's face, there was a knock on the door outside, followed by a rustle outside.

Ye Qingcheng pricked up his ears and heard the sound of horses and high heels.

Then, Dongfang Shijin suddenly got up and kissed Ye Qingcheng on his lips.

Light as a feather kiss, love, "wait for me to come back."

The door slammed shut.

Ye Qingcheng got up and got out of bed to catch up, but the door closed in front of her. Ye Qingcheng shook the door handle.

damn!

It's locked!

Ye Qingcheng clenched his fist and simply lay on the wooden door to eavesdrop——

When Dongfang Shijin came out, he saw the woman sitting on the beige sofa, with dark blue skirt, lotus leaf sleeves, lotus leaf edges, dark coffee and big waves.

A mature and elegant woman.

The eyebrows of the Oriental world brocade are like the ice that has not melted for thousands of years, and the thin smile on the lips is also cold.

Qin Zhao sat on the sofa, his legs overlapping gracefully.

"If there is nothing important, you'd better not annoy me." Dongfang Shijin sat down on the sofa with a cool tone, but with careless dignity.

Qin Zhao smiled, "I only obey the orders of master Dongfang and ER Shao. This time, I came here because the master has something to contact you."

After arriving in China, Dongfang Shijin refused any phone calls from master Dongfang.

On the one hand, it's also because of Qin Zhao, who reports the trace of Dongfang Shijin here.

But because of the majesty of Dongfang Shijin, she did not report his private deeds.

"I hope you know what to say and what not to say." Dongfang Shijin raises his legs leisurely and puts his hands on the armrest of the sofa, just like an emperor.

"I always know the rules," Qin Zhao nodded slightly. Naturally, she also knew that the Oriental world brocade has always been ruthless.

In Europe, no one dared to comment on him casually.

It is said that an uncle once commented on the Oriental world brocade at the family meeting. Later, he never heard about him again.