Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Liancheng's residual sense is about to collapse!

Suddenly, the trouser leg under the tablecloth was kicked. Ye Liancheng's leg hurt and suddenly calmed down.

Qin Zhao also held the tableware tightly, and there was a faint cold sweat on his back. He was afraid that Wan Yiye would rush to the city, and the consequences would be unimaginable

Ye Qingcheng didn't say anything, but his slender hand held the knife and fork, and his body was also involuntarily tight.

"You're nervous."

The low alcohol and sexy voice was in her ear, and the breath was inadvertently sprayed on her neck.

Ye Qingcheng smiled and deeply depressed her mood. She cut the steak on the plate with a light knife. To the surprise of Dongfang Shijin, she was not angry or did anything.

You can't cut a whole plate of steak at one time. In addition to being unsightly and inappropriate, the gravy is easy to lose and dissipates heat too fast, affecting the taste and flavor.

First, put a fork on either side of the steak and cut off one with a knife.

A small piece of food cut off is still too big and can be cut into meat pieces of palatable size.

When eating, use a fork to fork the meat and then dip it into the sauce. If you mix it with red wine, one mouthful of meat and one mouthful of wine, the taste and flavor will become completely different, and even have a lifelong unforgettable feeling.

So ye Qingcheng only cut a small strip, then cut it into small pieces and stained it with sauce.

He sat upright again, playing with the knife in one hand, the silver luster leaping through the candle.

Ye Qingcheng cut the steak on the plate. He could only dip it while cutting, "feed me."

Deeply inhaled, ye Qingcheng cut the man thousands of times in his heart. On the surface, he was still elegant and calm.

Ye Qingcheng doesn't know what medicine he sells in his gourd. His actions are not in line with common sense, but ye Qingcheng can't use the word common sense on this man.

Since there is no way to guess the other party's next move, the best solution is to do well the thing at hand and obedience.

Ye Qingcheng had to lean aside and handed the beef to his lips.

Dongfang Shijin's deep and quiet eyes looked at her. Those originally clear eyes had no waves at the moment. Dongfang Shijin couldn't see what she was thinking?

She's calm. Fake?

The beef was handed to his lips. Ye Qingcheng kept raising his hands, but the man didn't move. He just looked at her and made her hair grow involuntarily?

What does he want to do?

Qin Zhao and ye Liancheng were also there. Neither of them moved their knives and forks.

For a moment, the atmosphere was quiet and suffocating.

Dongfang Shijin captured her face. It was like a quiet pool without waves, without any ups and downs, anger and doubt.

Nothing, nothing.

For a moment, the Oriental world brocade Sutra suddenly thought it was lifeless, as if she had no feelings, but her eyes were black and white, and there was an exclusive aura.

He stared into her eyes for five minutes.

His thin lip lifted a slight arc. He raised his hand. Ye Qingcheng was unprepared. The plate held in his other hand was suddenly overturned.

"Pa -"

The plate fell to the ground, smashed into pieces, and ye Qingcheng's cut beef rolled to the ground.

Ye Qingcheng was slightly stagnant.

But Dongfang Shijin still can't see that she has other emotions.

"I'm not satisfied with the size of the beef." he leaned back in his chair and shook the cup slightly. The maid behind him immediately stepped forward to pour it for him.