Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Especially these days, ye Qingcheng has been lying in bed without any mood ups and downs, even when holding her at night

He couldn't feel her either.

That kind of clank heartache is like hundreds of millions of ants gnawing at his heart.

Ye Qingcheng couldn't help. Dongfang Shijin asked her to sit at the door with a chair, but ye Qingcheng couldn't keep looking at it.

So she declined.

"Pass me the saffron."

"Why do you add this? Won't it have a strong taste? I don't like the taste."

"Let you pass it," said Dongfang Shijin with a faint tone, and his handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly. Obviously, he had some problems with that piece of paper.

Ye Qingcheng leaned over to see that her English was good. She could easily understand the tips above, "why add sugar? No salt?"

Finally, when Dongfang Shijin put the washed seafood into the pot to prepare stewed rice, ye Qingcheng couldn't help asking.

"It says add sugar," Dongfang Shijin looked at the hint, opened the stove and adjusted the heat according to the above.

"But is there any food without salt... There will be salt more or less?" Ye Qingcheng insisted on his point of view.

Dongfang Shijin slightly bent over and watched the fire adjust. Ye Qingcheng was noisy.

He suddenly straightened up and looked at Ye Qingcheng, who was studying the recipe. Her figure was much weaker and shrouded in the sun. Outside the kitchen window, there were dense green bushes and bright wild roses.

The breeze blows gently, and all this is suddenly beautiful and unreal.

Dongfang Shijin has never thought that one day, he who has not even burned a pot of water himself will wear a childish jingle cat apron and be in the kitchen with a woman

He never thought about it.

He thought that he really had deep feelings for ye Qingcheng, but he also had no sense of security. He didn't know why he didn't have a sense of security.

If ye Qingcheng is an ordinary woman with no beauty and ordinary character, he will fold her wings and put her in his pocket for careful collection.

But ye Qingcheng could not use any coercion. The more he forced, the more she retreated.

Dongfang Shijin has never had any experience of feelings, only in his way

He had no sense of security. He was afraid that she would leave him suddenly.

Especially... Lucifer.

"This is wrong... Why do you put cheese in the end? What if it doesn't melt..."

“……”

Ye Qingcheng was about to raise his head, but he suddenly matched the eyes that had come to her. His eyes were fixed and only looked at her.

Those black eyes are deep and rich, like looking up at the vast starry sky on a summer night, distant and deep

"What's the matter?"

"I'm looking at you."

"What's the matter with me?"

"You must be looking so good to show me."

"Psychosis."

"Then I'm also the best psycho in your eyes."

“……”

Ye Qingcheng can't think of any words to describe him!

"Have a try?" Dongfang Shijin ignored her slightly frowned eyebrows and opened the stuffy lid on the pot. There was a burst of heat in it, diffused and filled with the aroma of the kitchen.

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