Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"At least our first step has been successful. My brother cares about that goblin," havila sat down in her chair with her slender legs folded and poured half a glass of red wine for herself. "According to the situation this afternoon, she is really pregnant."

"So?" Blanche was even more angry when he heard the news. "She's pregnant, and Aubrey will certainly spoil her more... No, now I want Aubrey's people and heart..."

"Calm down," havila said lightly. "We are in the dark, and she is in the light. By the way, have you got what I want?"

"Of course, it's in my cupboard," Blanche said with a charming smile. "One thing for another. Before I give it to you, tell me if you have any reliable news?"

"Things are for your own sake," havila drank up the red wine without paying attention. "The most reliable news is my last trump card. Of course, I can't show it until the end..."

Havila said this, and her gray eyes turned. In fact, she was afraid that in case something really happened... Blanche would put the responsibility on her again.

You know, Dongfang Shijin is so obsessed with Ye Qingcheng. Once Ye Qingcheng has a problem... The consequences are terrible.

Havila didn't want to get herself into trouble.

"Rest early," thought havila, standing up and smiling at her, "be patient in everything."

Blanche watched havila slowly stand up, and her beautiful eyes were full of anger.

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Dongfang Shijin made great efforts when ye Qingcheng was pregnant. He not only appointed special chefs for food, but even made great efforts in every part of the bedroom.

Moreover, there are servants guarding Ye Qingcheng almost 24 hours, and different things are sent up every other hour——

"Miss ye, this is a fresh fruit salad. The young master said it's good to supplement VC..."

"Miss ye, this is the fresh milk from today's pasture. It's just hot. After detoxification, you can taste it..."

"Miss ye, the crucian carp soup just stewed for you in the kitchen..."

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In this kind of dialogue, ye Qingcheng sat on the balcony and closed the book impatiently. He didn't look back. He directly asked for the things handed over behind the results.

I didn't know. I just handed it over and was wrapped by a pair of broad palms.

Ye Qingcheng was stunned. Just as she shook her mind, the man was pulled up and fell into a hot arms.

"What's the matter? Are you unhappy?"

Dongfang Shijin held her in her arms, smelled the aroma between her neck, and kissed her back, "huh?"

"I don't like being locked up here for 24 hours..." Ye Qingcheng was going crazy.

Whenever she says she wants to go out for a walk, there is always a different response, a "euphemistic" rejection of her——