Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Originally, ye Qingcheng didn't care what the horse over there said, but the voice over there was getting louder and louder.

Ye Qingcheng frowned slightly, raised his feet and walked to the door. I'm afraid it's a neighbor

"How..."

The last word "Le" had not yet been exported. Ye Qingcheng's footsteps suddenly stopped, and the surrounding air seemed frozen.

The air condenses in an instant.

Lu Jingshen stood at the door, his slender and slightly thin body cast a shadow in the room.

His breath was cold and cold. When he looked up at Ye Qingcheng, it was soft for a moment and a touch of pain.

The horse was blocked at the door. It was cold. Obviously, they had an argument.

"Qingcheng, I bought you your favorite fried rice cake and braised chicken with sauce." Lu Jingshen raised his hand, but his tone of voice was the same as before. She was the only one in his eyes.

Ye Qingcheng's breathing is like ice stubble. It's painful. For another moment, it's not easy to calm his emotions

There was some confusion in front of me.

When she used to go to school, she always liked the fried rice cakes and braised chicken with sauce sold by the shop on her way to school

Almost every time they have time, they will go.

At that time, the small store was always full of people. Lu Jingshen always came out a little earlier and lined up there to buy her a fried rice cake

[how delicious is fried rice cake?]

Yes, and I think the boss's wife is good

I'll make it for you at home

But I don't know whether it's the sauce or because the landlady has some unique secrets. Lu Jingshen has done it many times according to the tutorials on the Internet. It tastes good, but it's more or less different from the one sold in the shop on the corner.

Therefore, Lu Jingshen is always used to buying for her every few days.

He persisted in this habit for nearly three years.

The scenes of the past suddenly came to my mind. Ye Qingcheng's heart tingled, and his eyes gradually became a little fuzzy. His delicate palm held it and held the sour back.

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath, "I don't want to see you again."

I don't want to see you again. Why did he appear again when she just got ready and said goodbye?

Why... Is it the same as before?

"Miss ye, do you know?" the horse turned his head and asked.

"No." Ye Qingcheng answered coldly, but his heart seemed to be dripping blood.

The kind of wound just beginning to scab... Living crack.

"Qingcheng," Lu Jingshen stood at the door and wanted to come in, but the horse was blocked there. Especially there were several bodyguards in the house. His dark brown eyes tightly caught her eyes, "how long will it be like this?"

"Sorry, please stop pestering me."

Ye Qingcheng didn't know what mood he was talking about.

How long will it take

How long will it take?

Maybe forever, forever.

Ye Qingcheng didn't dare to look at him. He kept staring at somewhere next to him, but his eyes were all him unconsciously.

His figure was cut off by the warm orange light, and he stood in the dark night.

Ye Qingcheng didn't dare to look at him. He was afraid to see the deep feeling in his eyes and his deep eyes like the dark night

She'll fall in

She was afraid that she would cry uncontrollably and collapse uncontrollably.