Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng picked up the chopsticks, Dongfang Shijin explored his hands and opened the upper meal covers one by one.

Beef fillet with black pepper, peacock abalone, braised goose feet with abalone juice, Donggu first-class snail, paella, and two appetizers.

The dishes are very exquisite. It's hard to imagine that they were made by a foreigner.

"How about?" Dongfang Shijin was very satisfied with his first cooking, although Mr. will wrote in great detail every step, time and heat.

"It looks very good." Ye Qingcheng has nothing to belittle.

"Looks good?" the boss of Dongfang is obviously very dissatisfied with Qingcheng's answer. "This is the only comment I made on my first cooking?"

"Your first time cooking?" Ye Qingcheng repeated, "why do you suddenly think of cooking by yourself?"

"After enjoying so many of your first time, I naturally have to pay my first time," said Dongfang Shijin. The handsome eyebrows are soothing, and the warm orange light envelops Ye Qingcheng. She looks so beautiful and warm.

This is definitely the first time that Dongfang Shijin has realized the warmth of 'home'. The feeling of wanting to be with this woman is so strong!

"As you said, I'm also pursuing you," the dark eyes of Dongfang Shijin can see the beating of candles reflected inside, "I'm also more direct."

"..." Ye Qingcheng's heart seemed to be overturned, and all kinds of miscellaneous flavors filled the air.

I don't know why, when she saw the Oriental world brocade... She always refused to look at those eyes.

His eyes were as black as the boundless night, tightly adsorbing her, making her have the weightlessness of deep subsidence

Ye Qingcheng picked up the chopsticks, took a deep breath and tried to hold back his emotions.

Stop thinking

The Oriental world brocade did not move.

"What's the matter?" Ye Qingcheng first moved his chopsticks and picked up a beef fillet. Before he put it in his mouth, he noticed that he didn't move.

"Chopsticks." Dongfang Shijin holds a knife and fork in his hand.

"..." Ye Qingcheng didn't react for a while, "won't you?"

She remembers... When he was in the villa, he always used knives and forks, even for Chinese food. In his impression, he rarely used chopsticks. He used them once or twice, but he didn't use them smoothly.

"Can't you use a knife and fork?"

"Learn sooner or later," the black eyes of Dongfang Shijin clearly have a little smile. At every family dinner, only Dongfang master uses chopsticks in a regular way.

Master Dongfang didn't ask them much, but it was necessary to speak Chinese.

"Come here."

"What are you doing?"

"Teach me."

Ye Qingcheng didn't want to move, but she couldn't help the extremely lazy and charming expression of Dongfang Shijin. The eyes slowly became red naked and silently threatened her.

In desperation, ye Qingcheng had to put down his chopsticks and walked over.

Originally wanted to sit next to him, Dongfang Shijin timely pulled and directly hugged Ye Qingcheng in his arms.

"Don't touch me..." Ye Qingcheng subconsciously resisted, especially his breath was on her shoulder blade, and his steel hands were on her waist.

"Don't you want to teach me?" Dongfang Shijin leaned over and sprayed his breath on Ye Qingcheng's neck, maliciously.