Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

A maid in the room was cleaning. When she saw Dongfang Shijin coming back with Ye Qingcheng in her arms, she nodded slightly and stepped back.

Ye Qingcheng turned his head in disgust. Seeing the bed, he remembered the scene of that day.

"Young master, the doctor can't come until later." the horse knocked on the door and conveyed.

Dongfang Shijin just nodded, "let the kitchen make some light rice porridge and send it up."

Ye Qingcheng grabbed the velvet quilt and put it on his chest. When he saw the Oriental brocade coming towards her, he immediately turned his face away.

"How do you feel?" Dongfang Shijin picked her eyebrow and sat beside her, the soft mattress sinking slightly.

"..." terrible!

Mingming said to let her go. As a result, he set a trap for her and watched her jump in.

Then he was caught again.

"It seems that you like this game of catching prey very much." Ye Qingcheng sarcastically held the corner of his mouth.

Teased her again and again.

What the hell do you think of her?

"No, I like every minute with you very much," the Oriental world brocade hooked its long arm and easily hugged the beauty on the side. He asked, "what about you?"

"I can't wait to leave you early, every minute and every second." Ye Qingcheng was disgusted.

Dongfang Shijin smiled low.

The maid knocked on the door, put a bowl of light rice porridge at the head of the table, saluted and turned back.

Dongfang Shijin picked up the porcelain bowl, picked up the spoon and blew, as if to feed her in person.

"Don't eat?" seeing ye Qingcheng's closed mouth, he didn't mean to eat at all. Dongfang Shijin frowned.

"Unless you promise me to eat and let me go."

"I can think about it if you finish it."

"Seriously?"

"Obviously."

Hearing this, ye Qingcheng grabbed the porcelain bowl and quickly drank a bowl of rice porridge. She has been hungry for a long time. How can a bowl of rice porridge?

It seems to have been expected for a long time. The maid brought several small porridge with different tastes, light and delicious.

"I've finished eating, can you let me go now?" Ye Qingcheng finished the last piece of lean meat porridge for fear that the man would change his mind.

"Since you're here, of course you should see a doctor before you go."

“……”

"Isn't it bad for these times?"

I can't bear it! Ye Qingcheng gnashed his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

The weather outside is gloomy, which seems to be the prelude to the storm. This may day is uncertain.

Ye Qingcheng's head was dizzy. In addition, he didn't rest well last night. As soon as he leaned on the bed, he became sleepy easily.

Dongfang Shijin originally had an invitation to go today, but ye Qingcheng hooked it back and had to cancel the trip temporarily.

So now I work in my room.

He was wearing a dark shirt, his slender legs folded, his notebook on his lap, and dealt with his business seriously.

The heavy cashmere curtains are half pulled, and the light of the notebook screen is reflected on his face, which is too unreal.

Strong and cold aura emanated.

This is the Oriental world brocade, rigorous and cold, just like the king.

"Young master -" the horse suddenly pushed the door and entered. It seemed that he didn't expect such a scene inside. He was stunned.

"What's up?" Dongfang Shijin frowned and motioned Ye Qingcheng on the bed with his eyes.

"It's raining outside. It may turn into a rainstorm in a short time, and the doctor will arrive later." the horse explained the matter quickly and concisely.

"Well, I see."

Dongfang Shijin nodded, and the horse withdrew from the door and continued to guard at the door.