Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"It has nothing to do with me?" Dongfang Shijin snorted coldly. "My whole body is mine. It doesn't matter?"

"..." cast pearls before swine!

"Besides, don't forget, you're still my maid," said Dongfang Shijin coldly. She was almost angry at her resistant attitude.

"Well, I remember," Ye Qingcheng looked at him faintly, and the irony in his eyes was clearer. "So I applied for a week off. Now it's my private time. I have to adjust myself as soon as possible and work for you as soon as possible."

Oh, yes, she still owes him money.

She's still a maid.

It's really lost overnight.

"Now this is my house, and you don't have any right to break into the house," Ye Qingcheng seemed to finally remember that her house had been auctioned long ago, but the owner wouldn't move in for the time being.

"Your house?" Dongfang Shijin mocked her ignorance. "I'm the landlord of this house now."

Then, in Ye Qingcheng's surprised eyes, he took out a bunch of keys and threw them on her bed.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes swept. Sure enough, he recognized the key

"You..."

"I'm the auctioneer of the house." Dongfang Shijin stood by the bed and looked down at her, "do you think I'm qualified to enter here?"

"OK, I'll lie on my side," Ye Qingcheng said faintly, and there was no big emotional fluctuation. Maybe it was because the blow these days was too big

No wonder he has lived here in recent days, and the horse has found a moving company to move some things.

Downstairs also often has the sound of jingling, not smashing the wall, but the sound of placing things.

"Lie on your side?" Dongfang Shijin smiled, but it was very vicious. "Where are you going? Where can I dismantle it! Dare to go and try?"

Dongfang Shijin insists that ye Qingcheng cares about this old house. She has spent 21 years here.

Not to mention the feelings for the house, every item in it has memories of the past.

"..." Ye Qingcheng stopped lifting the quilt.

"The house is mine and you are mine, so you should sleep with me."

What the hell is this logic!

Ye Qingcheng took back her cold eyes and covered the velvet blanket again, so she had to continue to empty herself.

"Ye Qingcheng, it turns out that you will be so vulnerable," Dongfang Shijin saw that she was still like this. She sat on the sofa and was as proud as ye Qingcheng. She must be unable to stand being stimulated by others.

"..." Ye Qingcheng ignored.

"Maybe you were greatly stimulated by my words that day." Dongfang Shijin continued to say involuntarily. That day, she came back in the rain

“……”

"Originally, you were so fragile, cold and arrogant. You were your protective shell. Now, you want to cry and don't want to cry..."

"Get out!"

It seems that ye Qingcheng was stabbed at the pain point, picked up the back pillow and hit it!

Dongfang Shijin was caught off guard. The pillow hit his chest and rolled to the ground.

He picked it up and put it on the sofa. Ignoring Ye Qingcheng's anger, the smile on his lips was evil, "look, I'm right again."

"So?" Ye Qingcheng exhaled deeply, "yes, my pride is my protective shell. What can you do now if you see it?"

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