Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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

"Miss ye, it's windy outside today. It's not suitable for pregnant women to go out."

"Miss ye, I heard that the temperature is very high today. You're sweating out. What if Wan Yishan arrives..."

"Miss ye..."

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"I really want to go out?" Dongfang Shijin pulled her body and looked at her angry appearance. Her expression was much softer.

With one hand he lifted her long hair to one side.

"I don't like always being stuffy at home," said Ye Qingcheng. He looked away and happened to see a sun umbrella in front of the door of another villa not far downstairs under the green lawn.

Blanche, who was only wearing t-pants, was lying on it, and the spring light in front of his chest was squeezed, which looked particularly blood spurting.

She is enjoying a beautiful sunbathing. A servant massages her with essential oil.

As if aware of the eyes from the opposite side, Bai Lanxue pushed her sunglasses and wore a big sun hat. She blew a kiss to Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng hates cold. Recently, when she saw this woman, she intuitively rushed, but Blanche always swayed in front of her.

It is said that Dongfang Shijin gave her access control and did not allow her to come to the main villa. Ye Qingcheng was very happy, but the woman seemed to deliberately want Ye Qingcheng to get in the way, either doing yoga by the swimming pool or basking in the sun below

Even when ye Qingcheng was enjoying flowers in the garden outside the villa, she took photos there

Ye Qingcheng thought that she must have done it on purpose.

But she can't say anything.

Dongfang Shijin noticed her irritability, "will you go to the mall with you in the afternoon?"

It is said that shopping can make women happy.

Ye Qingcheng thought, this is a good way - at least to make her eyes free from this hateful woman.

Because ye Qingcheng is pregnant, everything is mainly about her. This feeling is like being held in the palm of someone's hand and afraid of being beaten.

The shopping mall in the center of s city was blocked for three hours.

The huge 6-storey shopping mall is now empty, with only a slight cold wind in the air.

Ye Qingcheng has no doubt. Needless to say, she knows that Dongfang Shijin must be afraid that more people will disturb her.

So in the whole mall, there is only one introducer on each floor.

Ye Qingcheng pushed her shopping cart and bought some things she wanted to eat recently in the underground shopping mall, a lot of snacks. Because of pregnancy, her taste has changed a lot. Now she is a little acidophilic.

She chose a lot of snacks, but when she looked back, Dongfang Shijin gave her a lot.

"What's this?" he took out a bag of plum blossoms and frowned at the packing bag.

"It's sour. It's always light in your mouth," said Ye Qingcheng, trying to grab it. He saw that most of his shopping cart was missing. "Can you not make trouble?"

"Pregnant women are not allowed to eat food containing food additives," said Dongfang Shijin, of course, but looking at Ye Qingcheng's angry expression, "what do you want to eat? I'll have someone make it for you back."