Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The knock on the door sounded, followed by the maid's voice, "young master, the rice porridge you ordered."

"Come in." the voice was still cold, even a little dumb.

He suddenly raised his hand and rubbed out the cigar in the crystal ashtray.

The warm orange floor lamp reflects the dazzling light through the complex carving of crystal, which is elegant and Huayong.

Ye Qingcheng closed his eyes and put the rice porridge on the bedside table. Then the maid withdrew. The atmosphere here was too frightening.

In particular, the young master's expression at this time is really frightening from the bottom of his heart.

After a while, the smell of cigars lingered in front of Ye Qingcheng.

His tall and wild figure stood in front of the bed, half shrouded by the shadow, and his breath was overbearing and repressed.

Suddenly covered by someone, breathing like pressure.

The residual smell of cigars still lingered on him.

"Pa -"

The sound of turning on the bedside lamp on Ye Qingcheng's side, she slowly opened her eyes, aiming at the man's slightly bloodshot eyes.

This time, ye Qingcheng could see his face.

At first glance, ye Qingcheng's heart trembled, and there was a strong anger inside.

The thin and dense blood in the bottom of my eyes is like the raging flame of purgatory, boiling and bloody, as if it was fatal burned by fire.

He has always paid attention to his appearance. He has never had stubble on his face, but now there is a green stubble on his chin.

With messy stubble and bloodshot eyes, it was obvious that he didn't rest well.

Isn't it all his fault?

How could he worry about her?

Worried about her?

This idea suddenly appeared in Ye Qingcheng's heart, and then ye Qingcheng eliminated it.

How could he care about her?

He himself said that she was just his play * things, just play * things. How could she be cared about?

And this man has no heart at all, let alone care?

Ye Qingcheng's heart was cold and only annoyed.

She hates this man!

"Drink the porridge."

Ye Qingcheng just lay there without any reaction.

"Get up and give me the porridge."

The voice was suddenly cold. You don't have to look. Ye Qingcheng can know how scary his expression is now.

Ye Qingcheng sat up slowly. Although she didn't want to accept it, her body was her own and her discomfort was her own.

He bent slightly and put the backrest behind her.

Ye Qingcheng picked up the bowl, but his hand was shaking. The next second, the bowl in his hand was taken away. He sat next to her, scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge with a spoon, cooled it and handed it to her lips.

Ye Qingcheng turned his face to his side and didn't want to see his face at all.

What is this? Slap and give a sweet jujube?

Ye Qingcheng's self-esteem seemed to be stimulated. Previously, she only hated this man. Now, she has nothing left except hatred and hatred.

This disgust and hatred is growing day by day.

Especially thinking about what happened these days.

Dongfang Shijin handed the spoon to her lips. His hand had not been put down. His face was full of forbearance. He was deadlocked for two minutes. Ye Qingcheng still turned sideways.

His eyes were full of disdain and indifference.

As if he didn't exist at all.

"Very good!"

He burst out laughing. The laughter was arrogant and terrible, as if the God of hell suddenly woke up.

Then, the porcelain bowl was violently thrown on the ground, and the fragments splashed, and even several pieces splashed on the bed, causing a tingling on Ye Qingcheng's arm.