Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

She made a good decision and let go, but her heart hurt violently, like boiling magma

Ye Qingcheng cried helplessly. She has never been so fragile. She has always been strong, indifferent and arrogant, because she is Ye Qingcheng. She can't shed tears casually.

From the day his parents died, ye Qingcheng decided to put away his tears

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Lu Jingshen went downstairs and opened the light on the first floor of the villa, because ye Qingcheng always had no sense of security. A few years ago, he deliberately changed all the lights in the villa to warm orange.

In this way, it will be extra warm.

Lu Jingshen went to the kitchen. The layout inside was still the same warm. The small decoration of plaid cloth and the tone of light beige. There were several pots of Chlorophytum in front of the 100 page window.

However, all the furnishings fell a layer of light dust.

Obviously, she hasn't been here for a long time, and there are no bags of fast food boxes in the kitchen trash can.

All this shows that she hasn't come back for a long time.

A touch of deep pain crossed Lu Jingshen's heart.

His eyes were heavy and he opened the refrigerator, which was filled with the ingredients he had purchased five days ago.

In other words, no matter how much he comforted himself, maybe Ye Qingcheng came back every day, but their time was missed... He was comforting himself.

Since he came out of prison and settled himself, he will come here almost every day, or every three or five days.

He never met Ye Qingcheng here. He comforted himself that maybe Ye Qingcheng had a job and only came back to live in the evening

Later, he comforted himself that maybe Ye Qingcheng had a job, lived in the staff dormitory and came back once a week

He comforted himself.

Lu Jingshen smiled bitterly, opened the kitchen, took out some fresh ingredients and prepared to make some home-made dishes that ye Qingcheng liked.

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The water temperature slowly cooled. Ye Qingcheng stood up from the water and casually pulled a big bath towel to wrap himself

She applied cold water to her eyes. Her red and swollen eyes were a little better, but when she looked carefully, the trace of crying was still obvious.

Ye Qingcheng patted his face to make himself look more energetic.

Although the brain is still in sudden pain, in this case, ye Qingcheng tries to hold back his discomfort and let himself hold on

Taking a deep breath, ye Qingcheng pushed the door open.

The air was filled with the smell of rice in the room, as if ye Qingcheng was about to be defeated in a moment, and the tears he finally put away.

Lu Jingshen was wearing a dark blue shirt, black trousers, a white and blue checked home apron he bought, and a Jingdang cat on it.

In front of him was a glass rattan table with two simple dishes, pineapple sweet and sour meat, fish flavored eggplant and a small plate of udon noodles.