Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The design of this area is extremely warm. There are falling stars on the ceiling. There will be some cartoon dolls not far away.

It feels comfortable at home.

"What is your other half's height and weight?"

The shopping guide asked, this woman is so beautiful that her other half must be very handsome.

"Er..." Ye Qingcheng hesitated slightly. She didn't know his specific height and body shape, and his home clothes were mainly comfortable and loose, so ye Qingcheng roughly estimated, "he is about 188CM TALL and weighs neither too fat nor too thin..."

Ye Qingcheng pointed to the model next to him. "It's about a little taller than this. It's not much different in shape."

"OK," nodded the shopping guide, "what style do you want, such as British gentleman style, simple home style, American leisure style..."

The shopping guide introduced the clothes hangers in front of her in one style.

Ye Qingcheng picked some. His breath was always gloomy and too depressed, so it was better to match some lighter and bright colors.

"This group." Ye Qingcheng looked roughly and chose a pair of light Khaki casual pants and a light baby blue pullover.

It looks very casual and warm at home.

The shopping guide went to check out.

Looking at the wrapped clothes, ye Qingcheng could unconsciously imagine what he looked like when he put them on.

Some people are born with clothes shelves and control all styles properly.

As ye Qingcheng signed his name on the POS list, he unconsciously remembered the way he looked when he turned his back to the light, raised one corner of his lips and smiled at her wantonly.

If he looks like wearing home clothes, he will look much more gentle and not so fierce

My cheek suddenly burns a little unconsciously!

This suit of clothes, including pants and coat, is only more than 800rmb. It is also a well-known brand. Ye Qingcheng has never seen any trademark on his clothes, just as she doesn't know that every garment of Dongfang Shijin is privately customized.

But anyway, it was... She gave it to him, even though she swiped his card.

It's also her heart.

Ye Qingcheng still remembers that last time she made cookies that were so bad that they were even burnt to the eye. He collected them carefully

Ye Qingcheng suddenly had a pain in her stomach. She flashed to the nearby toilet to see if it was her aunt's arrival——

Because the last time I took drugs to advance menstruation, the side effect was menstrual disorder over a period of time.

Ye Qingcheng walked into the women's toilet, but he always felt something different.

For example, the surrounding air is very quiet, there is no one in it, and it seems that several people in uniforms are guarding the door.

Ye Qingcheng was surprised that no one stopped her when she went in.

Maybe, what special identity is in it? She didn't think so much.

When he opened the door of a compartment, ye Qingcheng used to bring paper towels, wet towels and disposable water-soluble toilet mats in his bag.

She doesn't like her PP coming into contact with the public toilet.

The disposable water-soluble toilet pad not only solves her needs, but also ensures environmental protection.

Ye Qingcheng sat on the toilet and pulled down his pants. There was no sign of menstruation on it, but it was——