Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Just then, the horse took out a tablet from nowhere and began: "young master's likes and dislikes, first, young master avoid acid, spicy, slightly spicy..."

"Second, the young master likes light food, such as......"

"......" Ye Qingcheng's face turned black immediately, "who is interested in listening to you!"

"It doesn't matter. Print it out for you. Just take it and read it every day."

"Oh? Then, according to your likes and dislikes, can I ask you about your standards for women?"

"Why do you want to know my taste so soon?"

"Of course not," Ye Qingcheng raised her chin. She wanted to be the kind of woman he hated most.

"I just like you," he said, as if he were going to kiss her.

Ye Qingcheng pushed him away. "What do you dislike?"

"There's nothing I don't like." Dongfang Shijin's evil lips, "as long as it's female, you can."

"Do you like pig? Old and ugly? It tastes so heavy."

"Do you think you can qualify for my bed?" Dongfang Shijin pinched her little face and smiled more and more.

This woman really attracts him all the time.

The horse can't help blushing. This dialogue has no nutritional value

There is a happy smile on the face of Dongfang Shijin. No one can make him feel this way. It's comfortable and natural to get along with.

Because there was no cook to improvise these meals, ye Qingcheng made do with it.

It doesn't matter. I'll leave soon anyway. Just bear it.

After dinner, ye Qingcheng lay on the bed with his mobile phone, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom and thinking hard in his heart.

Now her head is full of escape plans.

There is only one chance. She must make good use of it.

Ye Qingcheng scratched the mobile phone screen again and again.

The hot big hand suddenly stroked her waist, and then the fragrance after bathing came to her nostrils.

Ye Qingcheng stuffed his mobile phone under his pillow almost the next second.

"What are you looking at so distracted?" he sat next to her, his curly hair messy and dripping wet.

"Nothing." Ye Qingcheng said quickly and sat up again. "I'm going to take a bath."

As soon as he got up, he was pulled back by a force. Unfortunately, he just sat on his leg.

"Let go of me. I'm going to take a bath. I'm tired today." Ye Qingcheng quickly made excuses for himself.

Every time he gets along with him alone, ye Qingcheng feels very insecure. It seems that he will be eaten dry and wiped clean the next second.

What's more, he is now surrounded by a bath towel, and under him is a ready-made big bed.

"What are you thinking?" he hugged her and stared at her. Suddenly, he had an unnatural face and a wild smile. "Is it something bad, huh?"

"Nothing." Ye Qingcheng did think of some... Bad things.

The ambiguity in the air began to spread again

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath and felt that if he was around him again, something bad would happen.

Dongfang Shijin held her, sat down on the rattan chair next to the dressing table and motioned, "blow my hair."

"I'm not your servant." Ye Qingcheng is about to jump down.

"Don't do it?" he raised his eyebrows and his eyes lingered on her chest, as if they were showing something.