Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Steamed squirrel mandarin fish, braised sea cucumber with scallion in high soup, stewed tofu with fish head

Ye Qingcheng counted that there were 18 dishes in total?!

She eats alone?!

Obviously, this must have been ordered by Dongfang Shijin. The food on the table is very classic Chinese food.

"The young master told you that you are pregnant, so you need to eat enough nutrition," Mrs. Anna briefly introduced. "If you don't like it, you can try every dish, and then write down your favorite food for me. I'll order the kitchen to do it next time..."

"No, that's good..."

With a knife and fork in his hand, ye Qingcheng always feels a touch of loneliness. Maybe it's because he wakes up from a strange place and doesn't see a familiar person?

"Young master..."

"Young master, you are back..."

"Young master, your..."

At this time, there was a big commotion outside the door. Ye Qingcheng held a knife and fork and looked up.

The tall and straight man was wearing a dark suit with fine black velvet at the collar. He was taking off a scarlet windbreaker cloak and handed it to the servant next to him.

The outline of his face is so profound and gorgeous that it seems to come out of the painting.

On both sides of the luxurious and exquisite restaurant are his paintings. Those beautiful paintings seem to be made by God.

He sat in the master's chair, dark blue velvet suit, behind which was the falling scarlet curtain, huge arched black window

He stood on the side of the painted glass window, slightly sideways across his face, with a sharp chin, fierce and crazy, that kind of pressing heroism

Ye Qingcheng's eyes shook slightly and saw him coming from the door. He was tall, 188 tall and looked more robust. That kind of evil domineering spirit belongs to the Oriental world brocade

In the twinkling of an eye, Dongfang Shijin had come. He sat next to Ye Qingcheng, gently raised his hand and hugged Ye Qingcheng in his arms.

She sat on his lap.

"Young master, you still need..."

"No, get back."

The Oriental world brocade opened faintly. Mrs. Anna nodded slightly and pulled up her golden bun. She led all the employees below to withdraw.

There are only two of them left in the whole big restaurant.

Ye Qingcheng sat on his lap, his back against his chest, and his body was slightly cold outside.

"Tired?" Ye Qingcheng asked him in a low voice. He leaned involuntarily in his arms, like a cat who finally found a warm source.

"Fortunately," Dongfang Shijin put one hand around her slim waist, raised the other hand and loosened the collar. His hair was carefully combed back, revealing his smooth forehead, making his eye sockets more deep and straight.

Under this blurred golden candle, his facial features are more profound and three-dimensional, making people feel a palpitating feeling.

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