Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"I don't like it," he leaned back in his chair and looked at her with some appreciation. "If it doesn't agree with me, continue to do it again."

“……”

"Until I'm satisfied."

Ye Qingcheng stared at the bowl of soup noodles that had become garbage on the ground. Suddenly, a strong humiliation came to his heart. Ye Qingcheng bit his teeth and tried his best to force the sour back.

She turned coldly, her lips were stubborn, and she didn't want to answer.

It's like watching an unreasonable person.

Dongfang Shijin saw her slender body turn around, but there was no expected pleasure in her heart.

The leaping Candlestick flame reflected on his side face, dark and unclear, without any emotional change.

Touched her indifference and turned, her eyes were gloomy for a moment.

He didn't know what he was angry about?

Was he mad at himself and rushed to her recklessly that day, but she didn't respond and didn't have any superfluous feelings?

Is she angry that she would rather really treat herself as a servant than admit even a trace of feeling for him?

damn!

His chest seems to be choked by a huge stone!

Ye Qingcheng stood in the kitchen. He just turned on the fire and added water to prepare noodles, but he heard the harsh sound of chairs across the floor in the living room.

Ye Qingcheng's back is a little stiff.

But after a while, the horse went into the kitchen, "Miss ye...?"

"What's up?" with the heat curling in the pot, ye Qingcheng took out a small handful of noodles and put them in the pot. "He won't eat?"

"No..." the horse hesitated for a moment. "The young master doesn't like to eat soft eggs and green onions..."

“……”

"That's why the young master went too far," continued the horse. "After Miss Ye has finished it, send it directly to the bedroom."

“……”

Ma Zai said that without waiting for ye Qingcheng's answer, he went out of the door, but he didn't understand... Why the young master obviously cares about her, but he is showing that he doesn't feel

He also tried every means to get miss ye back again and again

Ma Zai sighed. These things... Obviously he shouldn't be responsible.

Ye Qingcheng sucked his nose and dialed the noodles in the pot with chopsticks. His heart suddenly turned sour. Just because he didn't like soft eggs and scallions, he poured the noodles on the ground in front of her?

Ye Qingcheng can't understand this behavior, but she shouldn't use normal people's thinking to guess the neuropathy.

Dongfang Shijin was trapped in the darkness of his bedroom. He sat on the luxurious and soft leather sofa. The only light in the whole room was a touch of scarlet light on his fingertips.

He didn't know what was in his heart, but there was a kind of tight suffocation that never existed, which made him unable to calm down anyway.

As soon as he closed his eyes, her soft and fragrant body was in front of him.

The sound of the door being pushed open was slightly harsh.

As soon as ye Qingcheng entered the door, he didn't expect that it was dark inside. Subconsciously, he raised his hand and touched the wall.

"Pa -"

The warm orange light filled the big room.

Ye Qingcheng came to him with a tray and opened the porcelain bowl. "The eggs are well cooked without scallions."

Dongfang Shijin glanced at the noodle soup. It was made of noodle in clear soup, but it was much better than what she did last time.

"Don't tell me it's the only thing you can."

"That's true," said Ye Qingcheng coldly. "If you have to count it, I think red dates and tremella soup also counts?"