Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Now, Dongfang Shijin slowly smashed her pride inch by inch, suddenly broke into her life, smashed her world bit by bit, and then put it together again. It was full of his strong desire for occupation.

She can't ignore it at all.

The Oriental world brocade is like melting ice water, seeping into her dry and hard heart.

She knows that the words "I love you" mean responsibility.

It is not easy to say that the responsibility to let go means tolerance, forgiveness, tolerance and so on. It is the biggest commitment that a person can only say for a lifetime.

"Qing Cheng," he seems to be a little annoyed. Is it so difficult?

"Huh?"

"You're trying to annoy me," Dongfang Shijin issued a dangerous warning. "I suggest you reorganize your language."

"I don't hate you so much," said Ye Qingcheng. He hesitated and bowed his head as if he were serious. "I'm serious."

"Say it again?"

"I don't hate you so much."

Dongfang Shijin glared at her fiercely, pinched her lower jaw with one hand, as if to approach her breath. His breath was at the tip of her nose, vaguely winding, "say it again, huh?"

"I didn't... um..."

The words in the back haven't been said yet, and her breath is suddenly blocked. Dongfang Shijin just presses her lips, and her eyes warn her dangerously.

“……”

Ye Qingcheng didn't dare to show weakness and stared back.

"Well..."

He suddenly took a punitive bite on her lip, as if he was warning her, but this serious expression made Ye Qingcheng want to laugh, inexplicably.

"What are you laughing at?" Dongfang Shijin left her lips and looked at her panting. The black pupil like ink still didn't fade that pride.

"Laugh at you."

"What are you laughing at me?" he approached her.

"Nothing... Nothing... Don't touch me... Hey, the shells below are very chrome..."

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Since the end of this short trip, their relationship has really eased a lot.

Ye Qingcheng didn't resist him so strongly.

the second day.

Dongfang Shijin is busy with business in his study. Ye Qingcheng sits in the rocking chair on the balcony in his bedroom, holding a glass jar taken from the shelf next to him. Inside is a small jar of sand taken from the desert of the shell beam, as well as several complete and bright shells.

Dongfang Shijin said that this is the vicissitudes he gave her.

Ye Qingcheng sat in a rocking chair and looked at the blue sky outside. There was a faint smile on her lips, and her other hand covered her abdomen.

Baby

These days, I have to admit that Dongfang Shijin is very kind to her, even to a gentle spoil.

She's used to it.

In particular, when she still has a little life in her stomach, the feeling of dependence seems to be amplified a little.

Ye Qingcheng held the glass jar in her hand, but her heart was like a complex spider web. She was about to forget her disgust for the Oriental world brocade

Dongfang Shijin is really good to her

Otherwise, give birth to the child?