Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"What do you say?"

Ye Qingcheng was stunned, surrounded by wild roses

This is the scene in front of Lu Jingshen's seaside villa.

Does this naive man transplant this large area of wild roses for comparison?

I'm really jealous.

"You look good, okay?" Ye Qingcheng was a little angry, but he felt a touch of bitterness in his heart

Because at this moment, Lu Jingshen's face and the news suddenly appeared in her mind

Ye Qingcheng lowered her eyelashes. It's impossible. Lu Jingshen won't have a problem... She must check Lu Jingshen's affairs when everything is handled.

He'll be fine.

"Tell me, where is it beautiful?" Dongfang Shijin was obviously satisfied with her answer. She leaned against the back pillow and looked satisfied.

"Because..." Ye Qingcheng hesitated, "because I have feelings for you... So it's good-looking. What you do is good-looking..."

"......." Dongfang Shijin's face was a little gloomy. "Is this what looks good?"

So it's not as good-looking as Lu Jingshen?! Is it because she has him in her heart that she says it's good-looking

"What do you say," Ye Qingcheng turned his eyes, "when you don't love someone, he plays golf like shoveling shit. When you love someone, he is handsome,..."

"..." these words made Dongfang Shijin's face even more gloomy

Shovel shit

What a metaphor she is!

Ye Qingcheng wanted to laugh inexplicably in his heart.

The car stopped steadily. Before Dongfang Shijin caught her, ye Qingcheng jumped out of the car first.

The air here is very good, because the green plants are very luxuriant, and there are thick shrubby bushes, tall Wutong trees, large wild roses, bright red, and some unknown flowers in full bloom.

It's like an angel's paradise.

The fountain in front of the door is still the shape of an angel tilting pot. The water droplets splashed around hold the angel in a ring. The angel held up the retro kettle and tilted downward.

The water flowed, and the fragrance of flowers and all kinds of green plants spread inside the nose.

Ye Qingcheng closes his eyes and deeply breathes the air here. It's beautiful

The white villa, the glass floor, the window raised a white screen

Dongfang Shijin got out of the car, grabbed her slender waist from behind her and took her forward.

The housekeeper in his 60s, dressed in a housekeeper's uniform, is watering the plants in front of the door with a kettle.

When ye Qingcheng walked in with him, the living room was the same as when she left that day, and there was still the smell of... Home.

The maids were still busy. Several young maids watched Ye Qingcheng come back and smiled secretly with their mouths covered.

It was like saying, "look, Miss Ye is back."

"Let's say the young master cares about Miss Ye."

"Hahaha, Miss Ye is finally back."

Ye Qingcheng was led directly upstairs by Dongfang Shijin. At the moment when the door was closed, she was severely pressed on the door panel by a force.

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