Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Because of the fatigue of this afternoon, ye Qingcheng is finally in a comfortable place. Ye Qingcheng no longer bothers Dongfang Shijin too much. He leans against the window and closes his eyes slightly. After all, there will be some time to arrive at the manor from here.

It was quiet for a while. Dongfang Shijin turned his head and only saw Ye Qingcheng's small face facing the window. Her beautiful face was reflected on the window with black explosion-proof film.

Her eyes closed slightly, her red lips were some cherry powder, and her face was tired and quiet.

The long hair was curly and scattered on both sides of her shoulders, and some hair fell into her neck.

The water red skirt has several light folds.

She seems very tired.

Dongfang Shijin stared at her, who was very tired and rested against the window. He took an air-conditioning blanket from the side and threw it on Ye Qingcheng.

"..." Ye Qingcheng opened his tired eyes and looked at him inexplicably. Then he unfolded and covered the air conditioning blanket and whispered, "thank you."

Dongfang Shijin looked at her coldly and had to go back to the window again. He pulled his hand. Ye Qingcheng almost fell into his arms unprepared.

But after sitting down, ye Qingcheng was not struggling. He leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep.

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Today's weather is not good. It was still sunny in the morning, but it gradually became gloomy at three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

Summer in s city is always so gloomy and uncertain.

The tall and slightly thin man is wearing a light blue cowboy shirt, a simple white T-shirt and khaki casual pants.

He held a palette of colors in his hand, stepped on a high adjustable scaffold, and his shirt was stained with ink.

The well proportioned living room is spacious and decorated. Outside the window, you can see the exquisite scenery in the District, all kinds of green plants, tall Wutong trees, and the bushes with high and low levels of trees.

Cobblestone paths and wooden leisure chairs.

A scene of harmony and tranquility.

Li Ma came in with a set of cleaning tools and was startled by the scene in front of her.

All the furniture in the living room was moved and piled up in a corner. The sofa and glass coffee table were all pushed to the corner.

On the largest wall in the living room, there is a painting axis as big as the wall, a pure wooden frame, and a thick color drawing board. Someone is drawing the outline of a woman with a pencil. Although it is light, it is very beautiful.

The woman on the painting axis has long hair, the hair tip is slightly curled in large waves, and they are slightly close to the left side of her shoulder. She seems to lie on the imperial concubine's couch, leaning on one hand, and the other hand casually in front of her.

The outline of her facial features is extremely exquisite. It doesn't look very clear because it hasn't been painted yet.