Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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

“……”

Dongfang Shijin looked at her with a slightly unhappy look, smiled and turned around. There were many cut ingredients on the chopping board.

Ye Qingcheng walked over, and there were twelve arranged plates on the stage.

In front of a piece of paper, ye Qingcheng saw that the ingredients and steps were written on it.

"What do you need me to do?" Ye Qingcheng felt something strange in his heart. His heart was sour, like something was horizontal in it.

Like the original close heart, suddenly a gust of wind blew in.

"Don't move."

The low alcohol and sexy male voice suddenly sounded behind Ye Qingcheng. She was looking at the ingredients placed on the cooking table in front of her. The smell of tobacco suddenly approached.

Ye Qingcheng's body froze.

Dongfang Shijin stood behind her. Her tall body was much higher than her. She could feel his chin on her head.

A pair of hands suddenly came around her. Ye Qingcheng lowered his head. His slender and white hands were tying an apron for her.

It's a Pink Hello Kitty.

"You've lost weight," said Dongfang Shijin. When she touched her waist, she no longer had the feeling of meat. He still liked some meat on her waist, "so you can gain 10kg in a week."

"I've never been so heavy," Ye Qingcheng glanced at the Oriental world brocade strangely.

She feels... Today's Oriental world brocade seems a little inexplicable.

In fact, she doesn't know. He sees her appearance these days.

She is like a withered butterfly, dying. He doesn't trust anyone to take care of her.

It seems that he can be at ease only by taking care of her.

Dongfang Shijin turned around again, took the knife and cut mushrooms. "After meeting me, you just need to focus on me."

"Sick."

"Pass the next cheese."

"Which one?"

“Percorino-Sardo。”

"What packaging do I ask you?"

A row of cheese was clearly listed on the shelf. He spoke very fast. Ye Qingcheng didn't hear what he said for a moment, so he had to look for it according to the packaging.

"Dark brown kraft paper packaging."

Dongfang Shijin is still cutting mushrooms without even looking back.

Ye Qingcheng made a hard selection. All these cheeses are fresh and packaged in kraft paper. They can only maintain a shelf life of 3 days at most.

“……”

"Haven't you found it yet?"

Three minutes later, the Oriental world brocade didn't see ye Qingcheng coming. He frowned slightly. He saw Ye Qingcheng struggling to tiptoe and looking carefully at the shelves in rows.

"Not found -"

As soon as ye Qingcheng answered, Dongfang Shijin had come over and held her slender waist in one hand. He took down a small box above Ye Qingcheng's head without difficulty.

"I can't see above..."

Ye Qingcheng was a little guilty. It was 5cm above her head. She didn't look up.

"I can only see you." Dongfang Shijin glanced at her, weighed a small piece of cheese wrapped in dark brown kraft paper in his hand, and walked back to the cooking table.

But ye Qingcheng stood in the same place and didn't respond for a while and a half.

I can only see her

The Oriental world brocade takes apart the vintage rope tied with cheese, and there is a small piece of straw colored cheese in it.

"What is this?"

"Cheese."