Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Everyone has his own hidden side. It's not a bad thing to show it," said Dongfang Shijin for the first time, neither ridiculed her nor laughed at her.

Instead... It's more like comfort.

“……”

"Keep your strength. Don't let me see your tears or puppet expression again. You know, I don't like it."

Ye Qingcheng also guessed what Dongfang Shijin meant

Comforting her

Ye Qingcheng gave him a strange look.

"It's already four o'clock in the afternoon. I only ate a bowl of rice porridge in the morning. How can I?"

Dongfang Shijin saw some brilliance in her eyes and knew that it was more or less effective.

The feeling of being held by someone's heart has finally subsided

"Don't want to eat." Ye Qingcheng said three words stiffly.

"Eat with me." how does she know that she is empty every day, Dongfang Shijin has no appetite and can't sleep well at night

He has always been used to light sleep. He will wake up at the slightest sound. Especially when ye Qingcheng can't sleep at night, he naturally knows

If ye Qingcheng looks carefully, it is not difficult to find some green black under his eyes and some green Stubbles on his cheeks.

"Refuse." Ye Qingcheng.

I don't know. The refusal may have been effective three days ago. Dongfang Shijin directly carried her to the first floor despite her resistance

This is the first time ye Qingcheng has come downstairs in these days

The pattern in the living room did not change, but there were many bodyguards in black, which seemed a little narrow and crowded for a time.

A room next to her bedroom was temporarily cleaned up as his temporary study.

Through the slightly open door, you can see the messy documents and a laptop.

Moreover, the biggest change should be the kitchen.

The fridge was changed to a larger one, and the shelves on the wall were full of spices.

Ma Zi was surprised when he saw Dongfang Shijin carrying Ye Qingcheng down.

Miss ye, who refused to eat well and get out of bed for so many days, was finally accepted by Dongfang Shijin

"Are you coming?"

Dongfang Shijin's face was obviously happier. He placed Ye Qingcheng on the bar seat connected between the kitchen and the restaurant and turned to ask the horse.

"Er... Mr. will is on his way..."

"Knock knock -"

As Ma Zi finished answering the question of Oriental world brocade, a knock came from the glass door of the villa.

Then a bodyguard opened the door and respectfully said, "Mr. will."

After a while, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes came in, a light gray striped suit, a vest of the same color inside, and a white shirt.

"Young master." the man took off his hat and gave a little salute like Dongfang Shijin, and then looked at Ye Qingcheng. The eagle hook's nose and thin lips looked 30 or 40 years old, "beautiful miss, good afternoon."

Chinese with an extremely awkward tone.

Ye Qingcheng just looked indifferent and nodded slightly, even if it was his own etiquette.

What... Let her learn to cook?

She is really in no mood today

Ye Qingcheng's face was very bad.

I only heard what Dongfang Shijin communicated with the man. It sounds in English, but ye Qingcheng's attention is difficult to concentrate