Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Don't eat." Ye Qingcheng opened his mouth. The man is also very particular about eating. If he eats badly, she can't afford it, "it's so bad..."

"This is the result of your first time in the kitchen," he said with a smile and deep black eyes. He could not see a trace of pain. "Of course, you should taste it well."

"..." also taste! She can't eat it herself.

“……”

"...." Ye Qingcheng, "do you hear me?"

"All your first times belong to me, with unique commemorative significance."

Black eyes were dark, and there was drowning like an abyss.

But he hid all his emotions.

Looking at his expression as if he was enjoying some delicacies, ye Qingcheng suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, as if someone was holding a stone and rowed in his heart.

"What else did you do this afternoon?" he tightened his arm with one hand and sat on his lap with Ye Qingcheng in his arms. The outline of his side face was deep, like a work of art carefully carved by God.

The lines of the side face are sharp, the eyelashes are long and thick, and the half blood is handsome.

"Nothing." the rest is waste.

Dongfang Shijin raised her head and looked at the maid standing behind. The maid immediately said, "Miss Ye baked cookies in the kitchen this afternoon. I heard that you like French cuisine, young master, and specially made some cakes."

"Miss ye also tried some French dinners and appetizers, but they all ended in failure."

"Although Miss ye did not do well."

Dongfang Shijin raised his beautiful eyebrows, and a warm ocean current seemed to pass through his cold heart at this moment.

This woman has a knife mouth and a tofu heart.

I know... Her heart is not so cold.

Ye Qingcheng's face is a little ugly.

"You've fallen in love with me." Dongfang Shijin held her and changed her posture to let Ye Qingcheng face him.

The face is beautiful, pure, charming and wet like a deer in the jungle.

It is clearly such a beautiful and moving face, but with a sense of alienation that people are not light or heavy thousands of miles away.

The corners of her lips are naturally slightly raised and thin crimson.

The skin is white and soft, like a blooming cherry blossom.

Dongfang Shijin stared at those dark brown eyes like a forest, which made him lost and couldn't find the exit

"No!" Ye Qingcheng didn't want to see his face, so he immediately patted his hand on her chin.

That hand pinched her chin again and made her face his face again.

Ye Qingcheng couldn't get rid of it again and again, and finally gave up the struggle.

Like the cool autumn pupil washed by the rain, he looked straight at the handsome and sad face in front of him.

His outline is very deep. He is obviously a hybrid, but he is more western. His eyes are deep, dark and smooth eyebrows.

Thin lips are proud and bright red like wild roses.

Clearly a man, but good skin makes women jealous.

Especially the eyes, slightly narrow, deep eyelids, deep black, like big waves in the ocean, reflect Ye Qingcheng's face and deeply adsorb her

His breath is cold, fierce and noble, like a natural king, dominating life and death in the world.

But when I looked at her, there was only her reflection.

Ye Qingcheng's heart hit hard.