Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

[Qingcheng, your hand is bleeding.]

Ye Qingcheng lowers his head, draws a paper towel and wipes it casually. [it's all right, I don't hurt.]

Her skin is delicate and always scratched by some paper things.

Lu Jingshen didn't say anything, but the next time they came here for dinner, the material of the recipe had already been changed.

His carefulness always permeates everything.

"I didn't satisfy you?!" seeing that she was still in a trance, Dongfang Shijin finally opened his mouth and asked coldly, with a voice like cold and sharp ice.

Ye Qingcheng raised his hand and pretended to rub his nose inadvertently. His nose was sour.

Dongfang Shijin obviously noticed her little move, and her face was gloomy, as if it would explode in the next second.

The horse coughed and knocked on the table next to Ye Qingcheng, indicating her young master's face.

"Why do you call me? He's your young master, not mine. He wants me to coax him with a smelly face?"

Ye Qingcheng couldn't bear it. He burst out almost the next moment.

She didn't want to come here. He forced her not to say it and didn't allow her to think of anything else?

Besides, Ma Zai is his servant, but ye Qingcheng is not.

The horse is a little embarrassed.

"You have a lot of courage." Dongfang Shijin Yin measured her mouth, and her eyes were black as if she was going to tear her to pieces.

Well, this woman doesn't even have the least common sense.

"Miss ye, you should apologize to the young master now to avoid unnecessary conflict."

The horse looked at his young master's smelly face and reminded Ye Qingcheng that it was the best decision.

"I apologize. Why should I apologize? What did I do wrong?"

Ye Qingcheng also held a nameless fire in her heart. What she did was Ye Qingcheng's apology. What was wrong with her?

Don't take her here for dinner if you dislike her.

"Very good." the cool thin lips of Dongfang Shijin opened slightly. The bodyguard behind him lifted Ye Qingcheng and even the chair and people.

Ye Qingcheng widened his eyes and watched the man raise his hand to pull her up and fall into a hot embrace.

"What are you doing?!" Ye Qingcheng was obviously shocked and didn't expect him to do it.

The man ignored her.

In broad daylight!

Ye Qingcheng was stunned. Unexpectedly, the man went into exile to this extent.

"I can do some more dirty things," he said coldly, with a firm and stern face.

Seemed to see through her heart.

This is the hall on the first floor. There were not many people around them. Ye Qingcheng didn't want to attract attention. At that time, he chose a position near the window.

Outside the French windows are the bustling streets.

Ye Qingcheng pulled his hand out and held back his anger. "OK, it's my fault. What do you want to eat? I'll give you some now, OK?"

"Tell me what's wrong."

“……”

"It seems that you don't think you're wrong?"

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath, "I shouldn't be distracted."

"What are you thinking? Tell me in detail."

"Do I have to tell you everything I think? Do you have a brain problem or are you crazy?"

"I've never heard of a psychopath as good as me."

"Sorry, I shouldn't waste my tongue with people like you at this time."

"Yes, you should spend more time in bed."