Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

And the man around me is uncertain.

Ye Qingcheng chose to escape. One thing less is one thing.

"I didn't eat much last night. I didn't eat this morning. Do you think you are an immortal?"

Dongfang Shijin's patience is not good. He bends back, leans into the car and easily holds her out.

Ye Qingcheng immediately earned a lot of money. "Let go of me, I don't want to eat!"

This is the parking lot of Imperial Hotel. Originally, their black motorcade was enough to attract attention.

"If you don't want a car shock, be honest."

He said coldly, without any doubt, as if he would throw her into the car and trample her under him the next second.

Ye Qingcheng was really angry this time because she didn't want to attract too much attention. She was afraid that Lu Jingshen would suddenly emerge from somewhere.

Dongfang Shijin tried to throw her into the car. Ye Qingcheng had no choice but to stop moving obediently.

There are a lot of people in the parking lot, and the people who come and go are all dignified people in s city.

As soon as they appeared in public view, they immediately attracted the attention of many people.

The man is tall and handsome, like the characters in the painting. His eyebrows are full of fierce and domineering. His thin lips are red, his nose is high, and his dark chestnut hair is slightly curled.

He was born with the breath of king, and his dignity was inviolable.

A half blood man with evil spirits.

Especially the woman in his arms, petite and slender, waterfall like black hair, melon seed face, red lips and white teeth, especially a pair of beautiful eyes like autumn water, which make everyone intoxicated.

Such a pair of handsome men and beautiful women are enough to attract everyone's attention.

Not to mention a row of bodyguards in black behind them, following the Oriental world brocade in an arc, always protecting his safety.

Entering the hall, it is a simple French decoration style, just as it looks in memory.

Exquisite rattan round table glass, silver hook edge, beige lace tablecloth, exquisite carving.

On the table, there are light gold or pink purple and White Gold Vase with elegant Lavender inside.

There are comfortable and simple European sofas, warm rattan tables and chairs, and hammock swing sofas.

Qingcheng, I know you like the swing best, so this time I suggested to my father to change the dining area on the first floor to a different style

Qingcheng, this is my surprise for you

Lu Jingshen, a young man, loves interior design, but he was born in such a business family. He inherited his father's career and his only choice is to help his brother's work in the future.

Dream and like things, on the body * not * by * yourself.

That year, Lu's father wanted to redecorate the Imperial Hotel. Lu Jingshen enthusiastically put forward suggestions. He has always been excellent in interior design.

In fact, no one knows that he likes interior design to give ye Qingcheng a warm home.

[Qingcheng, our home in the future, I will finish it for you myself.]

When ye Qingcheng looked at the familiar decoration style, there was a blur in front of him, and Lu Jingshen's words seemed to echo in his ears.

Ye Qingcheng tried to pull back his thoughts and raised his eyes, but he looked at the man opposite.

"Better not let me know you're thinking about other men."

Dongfang Shijin opened his mouth darkly and threw a heavy recipe into her hand.

It is still the same style as before, with thick soft leather cover and bronzed font.