Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Under the pretext of protecting flowers, ye Qingcheng struggled out of his arms and turned around to enter the house.

"Miss." seeing the master's dark face, the horse stepped forward and stopped Ye Qingcheng's road.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat!" Ye Qingcheng was angry, and she couldn't say it. She hated others stopping her most.

"Like this wild flower very much?" Dongfang Shijin stepped forward, walked up to her, lowered his head, looked at her with Zhan black eyes, and his face was a little gloomy.

"I like the flowers I picked myself," said Ye Qingcheng impatiently. "Get out of the way and get out of my way."

"Miss, our young master doesn't like these nameless flowers."

Not to mention taking it into the house, the bouquets used for decoration in the villa are specially configured.

Color matching and the efficacy of various flowers are specially matched.

This wild flower doesn't know its name, and the color matching is really unsightly. The most important thing is that if the young master smells uncomfortable and allergic, this is a big deal.

"It doesn't hurt," said Dongfang Shijin, staring at her. She looked stubborn and hated him. She suddenly felt interesting. "Go in and find a vase and put it up."

No one can use such eyes or language disrespect to Dongfang Shijin.

And this woman, like this many times, even did it to him several times.

Rough and stubborn, like hard to catch prey.

It's easier to provoke men's desire to conquer.

When ye Qingcheng returned to the house, the servant took the wild flowers in her hand, found the vase and inserted it carefully.

She went to the table, which was empty except for the silver candlestick.

Ye Qingcheng has never seen a cook here.

However, suddenly, the maid suddenly carried the plates covered with a silver dinner cover on the table, one by one, until most of the tables were set.

Ye Qingcheng could not help wondering where these meals came from.

"Our young master has a special chef," said the horse. "Every dish must be strictly checked before it can be served."

“……”

"But this villa hasn't lived before, so it hasn't had time to equip a cook."

The taste of Dongfang Shijin is very picky, and the requirements for the quality of the food are also very high. Moreover, for his safety, the food must be strictly inspected.

There are even chefs specially equipped for him to take charge of his three meals a day.

Ye Qingcheng tilted his lips in disdain.

The life of the rich is different. Even the food is afraid of being poisoned, and the life is tired enough.

"If I'm worried about my food safety, I don't mind you cooking."

As if she had seen through what was thinking in her heart, Dongfang Shijin opened her chair and sat down on the main seat next to her.

"Sorry, I've never cooked." Ye Qingcheng coldly refused.

"Oh?" the Oriental world brocade raised her lips with interest. "A woman can't cook?"

A well-known young lady from a good family can't cook?

The celebrities he has met are basically proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and exquisite cooking.

And even an ordinary woman can cook basic home dishes.

The first time I saw a woman who couldn't cook.

"I never cook, nor have I ever cooked." it's not ye Qingcheng's intention to say so, but it's true.

[depth of field, what are you doing?] Ye Qingcheng runs into the kitchen and looks at Lu Jingshen with a broken flower apron around his waist.

He's a dignified young master. How dare he condescend into the kitchen?