Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng really wants to hit the recipe on his face. This damn man can't spit out ivory from his dog's mouth.

Dongfang Shijin suddenly hooked his lips. It seems that quarreling with a little woman can make him feel happy.

I'm really in a better mood.

The waiter came earlier and was embarrassed when he heard that they were bickering.

"You want something light, don't you?" Ye Qingcheng looked at him fiercely, raised his hand and pointed at the menu. "This, this, these, each one."

"Can you eat?" Dongfang Shijin picked his eyebrow, "or did you have a good appetite this morning?"

Ye Qingcheng didn't care about him.

Anyway, he has plenty of money, and he doesn't need these.

Although the pastries here are very expensive.

Seeing this, the waiter didn't know what ye Qingcheng meant, so he had to say awkwardly, "do you want me to introduce the special dishes...?"

"No need..."

"Required."

The man interrupted.

Ye Qingcheng threw an eye knife at him again and wanted to throw him out.

Now she just wants to eat quickly and leave as soon as possible. If she stays as little as possible, she will be less likely to meet Lu Jingshen.

After all, this situation is really embarrassing. The most important thing is that this is Lu's place.

"Hong Kong style tea and exotic dishes and cakes are the main dishes here. I wonder what kind of taste you need?" the waiter asked carefully. The man's aura was too strong in front of him to make people talk.

Especially the black bodyguards behind him stood beside him in order

The pressure is too great.

"Which flavor is heavier?"

"We have Hong Kong style Shaomai and Western style bacon..."

"If you think the taste is moderate, have one each."

Dongfang Shijin interrupted. He didn't care about the detailed introduction of the food.

The waiter was stunned and immediately wrote it down and stepped back.

Ye Qingcheng is a little uneasy. It's more than nine o'clock in the morning. There aren't many people.

"Carrie, do you think the lady by the window looks familiar?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's a popular model or actor. He's very beautiful."

"No, why do I always think I've seen it recently? It seems a little familiar, isn't it miss ye?"

"How could it be? You must be dazzled. Besides, you've seen it on the news. You haven't seen others themselves."

"Besides, Miss Ye is the young lady of the Lu family. How can she come here with other men?"

"But that man is so handsome... He is so handsome... Much more handsome than our president, ha ha."

Several front desk waiters have been looking at Ye Qingcheng's table by the window, largely because they are too attractive.

Soon, the food began to come to the table. The table was not big. The waiter pushed a table and put four small dishes. The table couldn't be opened.

"Just put it here first," the horse ordered.

The waiter nodded and stepped back.

Ye Qingcheng was held in his lap. For a moment, she felt very embarrassed. If she didn't say anything in the villa, the key is that it is a public place.

"Don't move," Dongfang Shijin seemed to warn her again. Ma Zi immediately stepped forward, took out the disinfection supplies he carried, disinfected them, and then handed the tableware to Dongfang Shijin.

"So afraid of being poisoned?" Ye Qingcheng couldn't help sarcasm. What is the identity of this man and should be so cautious?

"It's just habit," he said quietly, holding a shrimp Jiao to her mouth, "open your mouth."