Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Blue, especially the light clouds in the sky because of the wind.

Not far away, there are reed marshes. Towering reeds grow by the lake and are blown by a low wind. The scenery is really beautiful and unreal.

If you live here for a short time, ye Qingcheng still likes it very much, but looking at the Oriental world brocade, how does it look like living here.

"It won't be long."

Dongfang Shijin's answer is really short. Since he said 'surprise', he is really keeping a secret.

Ye Qingcheng sighed and wanted to help him carry his luggage, but he refused.

Dongfang Shijin took out a key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock hole of the wooden door and opened it. It was really a pure wooden floor, and even the walls were logs.

The living room is very warm and decorated with light broken flowers, such as tablecloth and curtains.

There are some small picture frames in front.

Ye Qingcheng felt very novel. He went in and looked carefully. Each furniture was made of pure logs, with the unique fragrance of wood and the luster of years.

Ye Qingcheng was also embarrassed that he was always hanging around here. He went to help him take out his luggage.

Her skirt, coat, various styles of trousers, and several long sleeves.

His, however, brought only a few ordinary clothes, such as shirts.

After a busy time, time passed quickly. When the sun set, ye Qingcheng stood on the balcony, holding the wooden railing in his hand. From here, he looked at the sky. There was an orange red and gray blue transition, and the clouds were like faint ink paintings.

Because of the light, the lake becomes like a diamond embedded in the land, shining with beautiful spots.

Especially the reed marsh, when she closed her eyes, she seemed to feel the faint fragrance of reed.

Her body was suddenly hugged, and the warm feeling enveloped her, making her feel very unreal.

It was like her fantasy wedding honeymoon. There were only two of them in a place where there was no one else.

Ye Qingcheng didn't know when the man's face in the fantasy became the face of the Oriental world brocade

Dinner was unexpected to Ye Qingcheng. There was enough food in the fridge for them to eat for a week.

Wearing a blue checkered apron, Dongfang Shijin began to prepare today's dinner.

Ye Qingcheng held a small petal shaped box with all kinds of nuts in it.

"Well... Are these what you learned from books?" Ye Qingcheng moved a chair and sat at the door of the small kitchen. He peeled pistachios and had a faint hope in his heart.

"Don't you mean tacky?" Dongfang Shijin cut a piece of beef in her hand and answered her question, "so I reformed and innovated."

"What did the book say before?"

"The book says take her to France."

"France is very romantic. Why not choose there?"

"I'm tired of it."

"..." when you bring her out to play, you also think about yourself first.

"Then why did you choose to go to Qinghai?"

"You'll see it tomorrow."

Dongfang Shijin was not influenced by her at all. While answering her questions, she was cutting the ingredients.

"Why have you become a little strange lately?"

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