Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng's heart hit hard.

"You have a great feeling for me," Dongfang Shijin looked at her. The smile on his lips was inevitable, with his arrogance and evil spirit. "Look, your heartbeat."

The hot palms climbed up her chest.

In the air, ye Qingcheng also heard his heartbeat.

"Puff --"

"Puff --"

"Puff --"

It is particularly clear in the quiet air.

Her heart beat fast, some abnormal

"You think too much," Ye Qingcheng stared into his eyes. Cherry lips suddenly pulled up a magnificent smile, which was so beautiful that it was frightening. "Today, anyway, it's my first time to cook. Your performance is beyond my expectation."

“……”

"I also look forward to being praised for my first cooking."

Sure enough, ye Qingcheng looked at his increasingly gloomy face, and suddenly a touch of happiness appeared in his heart, but this happiness soon disappeared.

Her heart seemed to be pinched.

It's also like being covered with a layer of opaque cloth, which is the suffocation of waves gradually pouring in.

She herself was suddenly at a loss... Why on earth did her heart beat faster?

Do you really have feelings for him, as he said?

But it's obviously a beautiful feeling to be attracted to a person. Under very romantic and warm conditions, something can be used as a combustion promoter

Besides the romantic and luxurious restaurants here... She doesn't have that beautiful feeling.

It's very complicated. I can't tell... It's an unknown dark road.

"It doesn't matter," the gloom of the Oriental world brocade seemed to suddenly disperse.

Ye Qingcheng looked at his fickle face and couldn't help but wonder what to do next.

"What else did miss ye do today?"

Stunned, he heard his low voice and asked the maid next to him.

"Back to the young master, Miss ye also made appetizer soup, but miss Ye poured it out because she mistakenly added salt to sugar."

“……”

"There is also baked bean paste with cheese, but there are 235 kinds of cheese in the kitchen. Miss ye made the wrong choice. The bean paste has become hard and inedible. It has been poured into the garbage can in the kitchen."

“……”

“……”

"Miss ye also made biscuits, but they were all burnt. Now they are on the locker in the kitchen."

The servants reported what ye Qingcheng had done.

Ye Qingcheng: "

Ma Zai: "

Listening to the servant's report, ye Qingcheng was surprised that he had wasted so much food in the afternoon.

"Bring me the cookies."

The man suddenly ordered lazily, with one hand around Ye Qingcheng's waist long hair. Her hair was slightly curly and the color was dark chestnut.

His eyes fell on Ye Qingcheng's side face all the time.

"... no... no..." when ye Qingcheng heard this sentence, he hurriedly refuted and stopped, "the biscuits have been scorched and can't be eaten..."

The key is that the appearance is really bad... The black ones fall off.

But ye Qingcheng stopped it too late. The servant had come out with a small plate, which was dark black "charcoal blocks" of different sizes.

The plate was placed in front of Dongfang Shijin. He still held Ye Qingcheng and picked up a piece with slender white fingers.

"Young master, part of the smaller flower shape on the left is plain butter cookies, and part of the larger heart shape on the right is chocolate cookies."

The servant made a sound to remind