Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"OK," Ye Qingcheng comforted a little by the doctor's words and took a medicine from the side, "is this one for once?"

"Yes, I've divided it for you. One small portion at a time, three times a day, and you can recover in almost 3-5 days."

Ye Qingcheng pursed his lips and wanted to heat him another glass of milk. He was afraid that his stomach could not stand it now, so he had to go upstairs.

When he opened the door, the figure of Dongfang Shijin was not in bed. Ye Qingcheng's heart panicked and hurried to the bathroom. There was no one.

Her heart was suddenly ignited with anxiety. When she came out of the bathroom, the figure was standing on the balcony.

Ye Qingcheng was a little annoyed. His fever hasn't recovered yet

Ye Qingcheng walked over and opened the door of the balcony, but there was no wind?

He was standing on the railing in a black nightgown with gold filigree.

Ye Qingcheng saw that the original terrace of the original balcony had been sealed by transparent glass.

He stood there, his slender back tall and dignified, as if there was a kind of air conditioner coming out, and his breath was very cold.

"Why are you standing there?" Ye Qingcheng asked him, "who let you get out of bed again... Why don't you have a good rest in bed..."

"You like to look at the stars, but it will be cold here in autumn," said Dongfang Shijin faintly. When you turn around and look at her, there is the tenderness of overflowing water. "I think you can be here in summer, but it won't be cold in winter..."

Dongfang Shijin walked over, sat on a large rocking chair and pressed something like a remote control. The glass on the roof suddenly slid slowly to both sides, and the cool air poured in, which was the fragrance of summer night

Dongfang Shijin is sitting in a big rocking chair. His black robe inlaid with Phnom Penh looks more heroic and threatening, although... His face is a little pale.

He extended his hand to Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng's lips moved and took a step, "I'll get you the medicine first... You take the medicine first."

“……”

Ye Qingcheng took the medicine back, and his head passed slightly. After today's rainstorm, the starry sky was particularly clear, but the moon was shrouded in a touch of dark clouds

The tall Wutong tree shaded the moonlight slightly.

When ye Qingcheng walked over, Dongfang Shijin turned his head and stretched out a hand to her.

She held a glass of water in her hand and placed it on the rattan table.

After taking the medicine, he sat in the big rocking chair with Ye Qingcheng in his arms.

The rocking chair shook slightly.

His chest was hot.

"Oriental world brocade," Ye Qingcheng suddenly opened his mouth. The stars in the sky were bright and seemed to flash. The wind gently blew in, with the cool summer night and the wanton aroma of wild roses.

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Lou Lou said: I added more yesterday. Don't forget to read it. Don't jump and order it. Star lollipop, go and write book reviews. There are five unclaimed!!!

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