Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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Ye Qingcheng tried to make his voice pretend to be good, "we are in the past."

There was another long silence.

Ye Qingcheng holds the microphone, perhaps because in such a space, there is no oriental world brocade, only him and her

She has nothing to fear.

"I want to see you, Qingcheng." after a few minutes, Lu Jingshen finally spoke again. "This afternoon, I want to see you."

There was even a almost begging tone in his voice.

Every time he whispered her name, she felt that the whole heart was melting, melting

Qingcheng... Qingcheng

"Qingcheng, I want to see you, even one side."

“……”

"Promise me? Let me see you again, even one side."

"Afternoon?" finally, ye Qingcheng still couldn't resist Lu Jingshen's voice. She still compromised.

"Are you coming?" Lu Jingshen was like a child. From the original depression, he suddenly had great joy.

"Yes."

"Shall I pick you up in the afternoon? You always don't like that kind of Party... It may be messy. I'll pick you up at five o'clock in the afternoon, okay?"

"No, I'll go by myself."

"Qingcheng... I think..." Lu Jingshen's desire to speak stopped. Why didn't she understand?

"OK... Then pay attention to your safety." after all, I'm afraid to increase her disgust.

"Well, it's all right. I'll hang up."

"OK."

“……”

He is still listening. Ye Qingcheng's heart suddenly hurts. Every time he calls, Lu Jingshen waits for her to hang up first

Closed her eyes, she put the phone back and sat on the big bed, but her whole head was blank.

This afternoon, I will see Lu Jingshen.

Ye Qingcheng has nothing to worry about, because Dongfang Shijin... Obviously can't come back tonight. His fiancee is here tonight, isn't she?

He will have dinner with his fiancee.

Ye Qingcheng sat on the big bed and emptied himself. After lying down for a while, he went to the bathroom to take a comfortable bath, opened the wardrobe and found the right clothes——

She wanted to present her best self to Lu Jingshen.

Ye Qingcheng sat by the mirror in front of the dressing table and looked at it. It was only in the morning. There was still a lot of time... But she had begun to be a little flustered. She was like a little girl on a first date. She even had to match her clothes one by one

The city was covered with a mask, resting on the bed. It was hard for him to clean himself a little, and the phone beside him rang again.

Ye Qingcheng thought it was Lu Jingshen again and said faintly, "what else?"

"The prophet?" there came a low and magnetic male voice with a slightly raised voice line, "when I miss you, you also miss me?"

“……”

Ye Qingcheng was surprised that it was the Oriental brocade.

"Aren't you busy?"

"Take time out of your busy schedule to think of you," Dongfang Shijin always felt that her boredom seemed to be cleaned up when listening to her voice. "Thinking of you is the happiest thing in my day."

"Yes."

"Well, what?"

"Nothing, sleepy..." Ye Qingcheng turned over on the big bed and suddenly remembered something, "you have no time in the afternoon, right?"

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