Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

He carefully opened the door. Sure enough, a smell of wine filled the sky.

It was dark inside. Ye Qingcheng didn't dare to turn on the light rashly. He just walked forward in the dark. With a trace of light from the window, ye Qingcheng placed the tray on the table.

“……”

Just as she was about to search for the figure of the man, she only felt a narrow low pressure behind her.

Ye Qingcheng subconsciously turned back and saw the tall figure of the man leaning slightly against the dark brown sofa, with a shiny light between his fingers.

He's drinking.

"Don't drink," whispered Ye Qingcheng. "You still have a wound on your body."

“……”

He did not answer.

Ye Qingcheng hesitated for a few seconds, walked forward and grabbed the bottle in his hand. He didn't know he was on guard. He pushed back. Ye Qingcheng fell on the sofa with the bottle.

The wrist knocked on the armrest of the sofa, and the dull pain spread.

"Servants are also entitled to interfere with my drinking?"

The dark black pupil of Dongfang Shijin has some hidden blood, but red anger has a deep and hidden expectation.

There was a slight intoxication in his eyes.

"If you want to continue to hurt your body, you can continue to drink," Ye Qingcheng's tone was a little indifferent and deliberately stimulated him, "can you still keep me at that time?"

"Do you want to have a baby with him?" Dongfang Shijin leaned against the sofa. In front of him, ye Qingcheng flashed into two or three. He tried to fix his eyes. He could only see her standing there with no superfluous expression on her calm face.

"Or I'll have a baby with a drunkard?" Ye Qingcheng picked his lips lightly.

"If you dare to have a child with him, I dare not let him do it in this life," Dongfang Shijin seemed to smile in the doldrums, and then became a little cold, "Qingcheng, don't doubt that I will do anything."

“……”

"If you dare to be attracted to him, I'll dig out his heart and put it in front of you, or let you witness it with your own eyes..."

He must be drunk, otherwise why would he feel heartache like this? He can only threaten her in his way

It's like an adult always likes to scare children.

"Yes, I have no doubt," said Ye Qingcheng, still faint. He turned and took the tray and put it on the small round table next to the sofa on his side. "Before rectifying others, raise yourself."

The outline of Oriental world brocade is particularly charming and profound under the reflection of a ray of light outside the window.

His eyes were cold and affectionate in the night.

Seeing that he didn't mean to move at all, ye Qingcheng picked up a spoon, scooped a spoonful of fish soup and handed it to his lips.

"Open your mouth."

"No!"

“1。”

"2? 3? 4? 5? 6? 7?" Dongfang Shijin continued, "I want to fight you."

"..." Ye Qingcheng suddenly felt that he was childish and wanted to die. He directly picked up the spoon and stuffed it into his mouth regardless of 3721.

"Cough..." Dongfang Shijin coughed without warning. Obviously, he was really drunk and spoke vaguely, "you dare to force me... Who gives you courage? Do you think you are very special..."

Ye Qingcheng hurriedly stood up and took a box of toilet paper from the cabinet to wipe his mouth, but suddenly found that a pile of wine bottles rolled down on the carpet under the sofa