Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Cry out," ordered Dongfang Shijin. He pressed her face on his chest. "If you feel uncomfortable, cry out and vent. Don't bear it yourself."

I will be distressed

But in the second half of the sentence, Dongfang Shijin didn't know how to say it.

"When did I say I wanted to cry?" there was no expression on Ye Qingcheng's face, perhaps because his heart was like dead, or because the person who said this was Dongfang Shijin.

It's this person... Who derailed everything, but it's just that ye Qingcheng can't do anything.

So far, what else can she do?

The deep eyes of Dongfang Shijin are low, deeply staring at Ye Qingcheng's pale face and those eyes like peaches.

He didn't say anything, but just took Ye Qingcheng into his arms. He loved her.

He felt some regret at the thought of his performance yesterday.

But pride is like the Oriental world brocade. He doesn't know how to speak, and he doesn't want to speak first. In love, whoever moves first loses.

Dongfang Shijin has lost. He can only keep his mouth shut. But how can he know that he can't hide his love for someone? His eyes and casual actions have revealed that he is deeply trapped.

The horse opened the door and entered, followed by two movers. Seeing the scene inside, he immediately stopped and made the people behind him pause.

"Young master...?" Ma Zi asked Dongfang Shijin for advice on what to do next.

"Call the family doctor, transfer the cook, and dispose of the leftovers in front of you."

"Don't..." when ye Qingcheng heard the word pour out, he immediately raised his head. It was made by Lu Jingshen... Can't pour out.

"How about?" Dongfang Shijin didn't expect Ye Qingcheng's abruptness. "The leftovers from the next night are bad for people's health, especially if you are still ill, and a cook will come later."

"I'm not so expensive. That's... That's the first time I cooked seriously last night," Ye Qingcheng said casually, "you can't pour it out."

"Do you want to get sick?"

"It doesn't matter if you eat it once in a while. It won't cause any harm to your body."

Dongfang Shijin looked at Ye Qingcheng deeply. She had been dark and lifeless before, but she was anxious at this time.

"Heat it up."

After pondering for a while, Dongfang Shijin gave orders to the horse.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were empty. Only when he heard his consent, his heart seemed to fall.

Dongfang Shijin also opened her mouth and said some words to comfort her, but no matter what he said, she was so dull and silly. She didn't know what she was looking at or just thinking.

I just feel like my heart is pressed with a big stone, dull.

Dongfang Shijin was a little upset. He sat on the sofa next to him. He just touched the cigar box, but he remembered that ye Qingcheng was not feeling well now. He threw the cigar box aside impatiently.

The air is strangely quiet.

Ye Qingcheng just sat there. Someone cleaned up the food and heated it again.

Ye Qingcheng's head is empty. She doesn't dare to think about anything, because as long as she thinks about something, everything will become Lu Jingshen, something related to Lu Jingshen

Her heartache seemed like an endless ocean

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