Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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

But after a while, I saw Dongfang Shijin enter the kitchen. After taking a few steps, he paused again, "wait here."

"..." Ye Qingcheng sat on the raised bar chair, stunned.

Is this asking his personal chef to teach him to cook?

Ye Qingcheng looked surprised. Sure enough, Mr. will stood in the kitchen and handed an apron to Dongfang Shijin

Dongfang young master who hasn't even entered the kitchen

Ye Qingcheng wanted to go, but Ma Zai and other bodyguards were right beside her.

Ye Qingcheng only wore a slightly loose nightdress and slightly opened trumpet sleeves, which looked a bit like a fairy.

The chair is a little high. She can even shake her legs on it.

Through the open kitchen, the men inside are wearing a light blue plaid apron, and the small white windows can see the rich wild roses outside.

His body is long and straight, and his slightly curly hair is beautiful dark gold in the sun.

Mr. will's light gray striped suit was explaining something.

This should be a warm scene.

It's just that the apron on his body is Lu Jingshen's one

Ye Qingcheng's nose suddenly sour.

Lu Jingshen's figure suddenly appeared in front of me, overlapping with the figure of Dongfang Shijin

The sound of cutting vegetables called back Ye Qingcheng's thoughts. She hurriedly sorted herself out and couldn't let her eyes continue to sour.

Ye Qingcheng, it's all agreed. It's all over. Why are you so unpromising and crying again and again

Ye Qingcheng, stop crying.

She inhaled deeply and adjusted her state.

"Miss ye, the fruit cut by the young master for you."

Just at this time, the maid waiting in the kitchen came out with a plate of fruit platter in her hand and put it in front of Ye Qingcheng.

Grapes, mulberries, cut mangoes, strawberries and cherries are arranged in different colors.

It's also covered with yogurt.

It looks bright and appetizing.

Ye Qingcheng looked up, but Dongfang Shijin didn't look back. His tall and slender body was shrouded in the warm sun.

He tilted his head slightly, and Mr. will next to him seemed to be demonstrating. His facial lines were slightly soft, and his side face was handsome and sad.

Ye Qingcheng took the fork handed over by the maid and inserted a small piece of mango——

"Miss ye, every fruit is the sweetest part cut for you after the young master tasted it himself."

“……”

Sure enough, mangoes are sweet to eat.

Somehow, ye Qingcheng's upset and sour heart seemed to be calming down slowly.

After she slowly ate a fruit plate, she stood up and wanted to walk around and have a good look at what her living room was like.

She went out. There were eight bodyguards standing in the living room. It seemed that the living room was much smaller.

The TV is still in its original position, and the sofa is covered with a blanket of tiger skin.

Her tea table was also full of documents and some messy pages.

There are no major changes. It's just a little messy. I think sometimes his office area is here.

She saw that there were only two maids in the whole villa.

One is responsible for cleaning and the other is waiting for orders in the kitchen.