Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"It's always good," said the lips of Dongfang Shijin with a smile, "but there's only one woman in my world."

"Don't fool me." Ye Qingcheng pushed away his face.

"Kiss?"

"Not half down, get out!"

"I've seen through you, let me roll into your arms, and then let me be inseparable from you..." the lips of Dongfang Shijin raised, "you scheming woman, kiss..."

"Get out of here..."

Ma Zai: "

The surrounding crowd: "

Is this still the Oriental world brocade!

It's completely reborn!

Dongfang Shijin teased her for a while. In the meantime, someone wanted to chat up, but they were stopped by Ma Zai and other bodyguards.

Ye Qingcheng ate the flower shaped cake fed by Dongfang Shijin with satisfaction.

The gate was suddenly pushed open.

A man in his 50s came in with a black embroidered shirt, a very long dark purple embroidered shirt, the embroidery of dragons and vines on it, and a gold badge on his chest, which was the majesty of the lion!

Black boots.

A natural domineering and evil sycophant.

His face is a typical western face, but the eyebrow bones are a little low, and the dark black eyes are a little narrow, so his double eyelids are not so westernized.

Short and neat short hair is 37 points, which is a dark coffee hair color, mixed with a little gray.

He has a beard on his upper lip and a beard from his lower lip to his chin.

It seems that it is more insidious. The corners of his lips are raised slightly, with the insidious calculation. Although it seems modest and polite, it is not.

His face is 7 points similar to the Oriental world brocade, but the Oriental world brocade looks more resolute and male, and he belongs to the sinister and vicious category.

However, the natural kind of domineering and evil cunning is like a withdrawal.

Behind him, followed by four strong men in armor, with helmets in their hands, came just now.

Along with him, there were six female dependents, dressed in gorgeous and low luxury.

Their long hair is coiled high, with two strands hanging slightly on both sides, wound into woven hair, all kinds of elegant coiled hair

Long open sleeves, straight and long tail, dark gold Western manual embroidery

The music stopped suddenly, and everyone looked like them and greeted them with eyes.

Ye Qingcheng didn't see his face, but he could guess from the crazy atmosphere that it should be master Dongfang.

His steps were sharp and fast. He didn't look like a man of 50, and his side face was well maintained. He looked like he was only in his early 30s.

They went up all way, did not stop too much, and went straight up next to revolving stairs.

"Who is that?" there was silence around, and ye Qingcheng gently moved the Oriental world brocade.

"My father," he replied without surprise, as if it was nothing important. His slender hand picked up the cake again, "do you still eat?"

"No more."

Of course, Dongfang Shijin knew that ye Qingcheng was still nervous. He comforted her and told her about the family

"Pa -"

At this time, a glass of cold champagne spilled on Ye Qingcheng. The cold air on the champagne table next to him lingered, and ye Qingcheng was shocked.

Mellow champagne trickled down her cheeks