Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng gave a cry and turned back to his bedroom. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Dongfang Shijin sat in the dark study. The laptop in front of him reflected his deep and fierce face.

He stared at the computer screen and the room didn't turn on the light.

It's just that master Dongfang came to the video just now.

[Shijin, you are the one I value most among all the children.] the man stands with his back to the light. He leans against the carved fence made of pure wood. His face is hidden in the dark. The emerald ring on his thumb is quiet green. In his hand is a good carved porcelain cup, [just as I love drinking tea and want to use my favorite cup.]

The tea cup in his hand was auctioned at a high price at the auction decades ago and has been used for nearly ten years.

This cup is common at family banquets and afternoon tea time on weekdays.

It can be said that it is the favorite tea cup of the Oriental master.

The cup is of ancient color and rhyme. It is light dark blue as a whole. It is covered with white jade carvings, gold trim and dark dark blue plum blossoms, dotted with red.

Such a porcelain cup, which is more exquisite and elegant than other cups, is worth tens of millions.

[but one day, the cup rusted, and I was used to cleaning it every day. Suddenly one day, I was bored, and the taste of the tea was not as good as before...]

[pa -]

Tens of millions of carved Blue Porcelain fell on the floor, but only a corner was broken because of the thick carpet and the dull impact.

[pick it up.] the man turned slowly and leaned against the carved wooden fence. The scarlet window curtain fell, and his face was hidden in the dark.

His voice is lazy and light.

The servant standing nearby picked up the carved porcelain cup with fear.

It's a good ancient Dynasty carved porcelain, but it's about the size of a fist. It's hot gold with flowers and hooks, and dark blue plum blossom floating painting.

The outer layer of the carved hand is slightly chrome.

[but it has cracks,] the man tilted his head slightly, and his voice seemed to be thinking. He slowly turned back, put his hand on the wooden fence and caressed it leisurely.

[pa -] then there was a sound of splashing and cracking.

His men are three stories high.

Finally, the poor good porcelain cup was broken to pieces.

[you see, Shijin, even if I like it again, the tea it brews in the past has no fragrance, but one day it will be different from the first, and it will have no value.]

【……】

[well, it's better to break into pieces and get more valuable.]

【……】

He raised his hand slightly, another good employer nodded slightly and brought him a cup of green tea.

On the carved wooden saucer is an ordinary tea cup, white ancient jade, spotless. No matter the workmanship or shape, it can't be compared with the previous one.

The servants downstairs are cleaning up the debris.

Then the man turned slowly, but his face was still hidden in the dark. His hands folded, and the Emerald on his thumb was like a ghost in the dark night.

Oriental world brocade nodded.

There was a burst of low laughter over there. Master Dongfang raised his hand slightly, as if he was saying something to the employees next to him, "what's the arrangement of the hunting ground in the afternoon?"

"Return to the master... The previous grassland has been paved again. The grassland is growing vigorously. Servants have trimmed the shrubs. The prey has been bred and kept for nearly three months. Count Brown sent a batch of new prey a few days ago..."

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