Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng was tired and didn't bother to quarrel with him. Suddenly she remembered something. She wondered how to say it.

"What are you thinking?" it was Dongfang Shijin who saw the hesitation in her eyes and asked.

"I don't like the rose fragrance in the villa."

A plan gradually became clear in Qingcheng's brain. Ye Qingcheng's eyes suddenly brightened and added, "I don't like the smell of roses."

"What do you like?"

Dongfang Shijin frowned. Obviously, she didn't expect to say this.

"I like the smell of orchids. They are more fragrant. My family's fragrance and my personal belongings are all orchid."

Ye Qingcheng spoke rationally and methodically this time.

Dongfang Shijin's pretty eyebrows frown slightly. For him, he still prefers the taste of roses and is more enchanting.

At the same time, he is also the first time to meet such a person who likes orchids.

"Yes." Dongfang Shijin agreed and wanted to get up. It happened that the next door was the home textile store.

Ye Qingcheng followed him, a pure white dress, delicate and moving.

The front of the home textile store is very large, with six palace style retro big beds, carved bed columns, or dark red or fresh bed curtains.

The whole store has created several styles, such as French infatuation, retro palace, fresh countryside and so on.

As soon as he entered the store, ye Qingcheng felt that his palm was pinched by people.

When I turned my head, I found that Dongfang Shijin smiled unkindly.

The smile on his lips was evil and wild.

"I don't know if these big * beds are your taste?" he leaned over her ear and breathed hot.

Ye Qingcheng's face was unnatural for a moment, and he couldn't help saying angrily, "can you be pure?"

That's all in my head!

"Oh? What do you think of?" he raised his eyebrows and felt more and more interesting.

"You know what you think. I'm not a worm in your stomach." Ye Qingcheng replied coldly.

"You are my body * under * little * demon * essence."

He couldn't help laughing. Every time the woman's poor mouth, he felt full of interest.

Ye Qingcheng looked coldly at the man who was obviously in a good mood, "neuropathy!"

"Are you here to choose bed supplies?" the shopping guide has long stood next to them, but because they have been talking and laughing like no one else, they can't be disturbed.

Ye Qingcheng couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

She coldly took away the hand held by others.

He held it again.

After going back and forth several times, ye Qingcheng was very depressed!

The shopping guide looked at them with a smile, and his eyes were full of envy and amazement.

Handsome men and beautiful women love others.

It must be the newly married couple.

"Cough... I want to ask if there is any home fragrance." Ye Qingcheng straightened up and became serious.

"Yes," said the shopping guide, "please follow me."

Ye Qingcheng naturally wanted to loosen the man's hand, but unexpectedly, he held it tighter and had to do it.

It's so sticky!

Passing through rows of exquisite household trinkets, Dongfang Shijin can't help feeling very warm when browsing some small objects placed here.

In addition, it has been arranged here, which is very emotional and comfortable.

As soon as the footsteps stopped, ye Qingcheng was stopped by the force behind him. Looking back, Dongfang Shijin was looking down at something.

Looking down his eyes, it turned out to be a pair of crystal bears.