Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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

The maids didn't have the order of the Oriental world brocade, and no one dared to move the things he placed.

The mirror in the living room reflected her face, pale and bloodless, with thick dark circles under her eyes.

The loose nightdress was like clothes on the shelf. It was empty. It seemed that the wind could blow her away.

Ye Qingcheng was startled. After looking carefully for a long time, she found that the person in the mirror... Was really herself.

I can't help feeling a touch of bitterness in my heart.

Isn't it just a loss of love, as for you.

Isn't it more than ten years of feelings... She still has the rest of her life.

Ye Qingcheng felt uncomfortable for a while and didn't know what she was going to do in the future, but there was only one thing she knew. She couldn't torture her body like this

As for the Oriental world brocade, ye Qingcheng thought to herself that she could not escape for a while and a half, and her struggle would only bring pain.

She knew very clearly that there was no possibility between herself and him.

She can't live without him. She can only wait for his boredom.

But how long can his boredom last?

People used to say that the freshness period of a relationship is only 7 years at most. At this time, men are more likely to receive temptation from the outside.

Her worst decision, she has to wait seven years.

By then, she was only 28.

A woman's 28 years old, say good or bad, at least has passed the best years.

28 years old

At 28, it's not so bad

Ye Qingcheng's heart was slightly bitter. Maybe at that time, he was tired of her. She might be free to find a suitable man and have her own family.

7 years

Seven years.

"Miss ye, are you bored now?"

"OK."

The maid ran out and asked in some awkward Chinese.

"If you are bored, the young master said you can go to the kitchen and watch his cooking."

"I don't like the smell of lampblack."

"If you don't choose this, the young master says you go to the kitchen to read newspapers for him." Dongfang Shijin is obviously ready to be rejected by her.

Ye Qingcheng had to turn back. There was no smell of oil smoke in the kitchen. Mr. will was teaching in English and demonstrating in his hand.

A cut watermelon seemed to be enchanted in his hand and soon became a carved flower.

In front of him was a delicate shallow mouth plate. Mr. will carved watermelon and put it beside the plate. There were fresh ingredients in full bloom.

Seeing what the Oriental world brocade said to Mr. will, Mr. will nodded, left a piece of paper and turned out.

"Beautiful lady, I hope you can have a nice evening."

Mr. will went to the door of the kitchen, took the top hat handed over by the maid, put it on and saluted Ye Qingcheng slightly.

"Thank you." Ye Qingcheng replied politely.

Mr. will smiled and stepped out of the kitchen. Ye Qingcheng watched as the bodyguard opened the door for Mr. will.

"Not yet?"

Dongfang Shijin turned back and leaned against the cooking table. His eyes were lazy and slightly attached to Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng pursed his lips and walked in, a little cold, "let me come in and do what?"

"My time is very precious," said Ye Qingcheng.

"A million, how about buying you a day?"