Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng sat down in front of two huge babies. There are many pieces of materials scattered on the ground. Take it up and have a look. It is the preliminary prototype of a ferry.

There is also a small wooden music box next to it. On it is a small girl with long hair and a large skirt ballet skirt.

Ye Qingcheng picked it up. There was a rotating button behind it. She wound up. There was light and beautiful music in it

Ye Qingcheng leaned against the big hug bear with soft eyes. Here, it was like they really had a home.

This is their child's nursery

Ye Qingcheng's lips, from beginning to end with a faint smile.

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the second day.

It was a nearly noisy sound downstairs, but it seemed to be far away from her, with the sound of the team braking and the sound of neat and rolling footsteps.

Ye Qingcheng was confused, but he couldn't open his eyes.

"Miss ye... Miss ye?"

“……”

"Miss ye, where are you?"

It seems that someone is calling her name. Ye Qingcheng slowly opens his eyes, but his neck hurts

Last night, she slept in this nursery all night, and it's strange that she still hugged the bear and didn't sleep on her pillow.

She stood up, a nightdress with some slight folds, opened the door, and just saw the little maid opening door by door in the corridor.

"I'm here."

Ye Qingcheng opened the door and went out. His hair was messy, but it was quite lazy and misty.

"Miss ye..." when the maid saw her, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but her expression became nervous immediately, "Miss ye, you... You'd better be mentally prepared..."

"Hmm? What's up?"

Looking at the maid's suddenly cautious expression, ye Qingcheng immediately realized whether something had happened, "did he drink too much last night... So he was uncomfortable?"

"No, Miss ye," the maid seemed to hesitate. "Miss ye, go to the bedroom and have a rest now."

Otherwise, I don't know when... Ye Qingcheng can have a good rest and sleep

Ye Qingcheng thought that Dongfang Shijin was ill. As long as she took care of it, she nodded faintly. The childish ghost of Dongfang Shijin was childish, which was unacceptable.

So ye Qingcheng went out with the maid. When she went out, she subconsciously lowered her head and looked at the position on the first floor.

Dongfang Shijin sat in the dark brown sofa with his shirt slightly open and his hair somewhat messy, especially the new stubble on his chin.

A pair of eyes with rich blood in them. When they are lifted up, they are cold and cruel, like an ice cave for thousands of years

When he looked at Ye Qingcheng, it was even colder. The depths of his eyes saw through that ye Qingcheng didn't rest well last night.

Heartache, really want to aggravate a point again.