Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"I can eat by myself," Ye Qingcheng said in a low voice, "put me down."

"You don't have the right to eat by yourself," he said as always. "Everything you have is mine. You can't do anything without my permission."

“……”

Ye Qingcheng had to open his mouth.

In fact, this meal was about breakfast. The results were all based on Ye Qingcheng's taste. The taste was biased. Dongfang Shijin didn't eat much.

At this time, there are still many meals in the dining car.

"Young master, I won't give you anything that suits your taste?"

The horse took a look, and the food in the dining car was not in line with the taste of Dongfang Shijin.

Dongfang Shijin didn't answer. Ma Zai brought a dish of exquisite French shufrey to the table.

Because for a while, shufrey's appearance collapsed.

Reasonably speaking, the roasted shuflei should be tasted as soon as possible, because it will collapse in 20 to 30 minutes. Its advantage is that it tastes as light as clouds, but it is full of frankincense.

It's like a beautiful dream. It's fleeting if you don't pay attention.

Dongfang Shijin only cares about feeding Ye Qingcheng, so it can be imagined that shuflei's face is not as elegant as when she was just roasted.

Dongfang Shijin handed the spoon to Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng had something on his mind, but he didn't want to annoy Dongfang Shijin at this time. One thing less, he took the spoon and began to feed.

Dongfang Shijin slightly hooked her lips. It's rare that this woman is so obedient.

Ye Qingcheng casually scooped more than half of the collapsed shuflei, suddenly——

A silver Bugatti stopped in front of the main door, and the doorman opened the door for the owner.

Shiny leather shoes, slender and neat trouser legs.

Black professional suit, white shirt, resolute and mature eyebrows and eyes.

A consul like man walked over and reported something. There was no superfluous expression on the man's face and nodded slightly.

Then, he was dressed in a dark wine red professional dress, with a naked bottomed shirt inside, * * * * looming, high-heeled shoes of the same color. A woman dressed as a typical professional woman walked beside him and said these things.

Ye Qingcheng's whole brain "roared -" and was stunned.

Lu Yunshen.

Why is he here... Why is he here suddenly?

What should I do now

If he sees her

Where's Lu Jingshen?!

Is it in the back, too?

Ye Qingcheng glanced quickly. After Lu Yunshen and his assistant Suqin got off the bus, Bugatti was directly driven to the parking lot by the doorman.

No Lu Jingshen.

Where's Lu Jingshen?!

She wanted to rush up and ask, but

The spoon rubbed against the tall bridge of the nose of Dongfang Shijin.

Chocolate sauce stained his skin and crossed his lips.

"Woman, what are you doing?!"

There was a sudden pain on her chin. Dongfang Shijin stared at her suddenly distracted eyes and was obviously unhappy.

Is this damn woman in a trance?

Ye Qingcheng immediately returned to his mind. His face was a little pale. He could only turn his head and try not to make any sound——

Lu Yunshen and Su Qin walked straight through the hall to the elevator.

"The president came to inspect the work this time and asked the lobby manager to prepare relevant materials and documents for review later."

Ye Qingcheng is sweating and doesn't dare to look back. Now she is sitting on the leg of Dongfang Shijin, with her back to them.

Lu Yunshen and Su Qin walked straight past.