Sky-high price runaway wife: CEO, please stop

And the man beside him is uncertain.

Ye Qingcheng chose to escape, it's one thing to be able to miss one thing.

"I didn't eat much last night, and I didn't eat this morning. Do you think you are a fairy?"

Dongfang Shijin's patience was not good, he turned back and bent down into the car, and easily carried her out.

Ye Qingcheng immediately struggled violently, "Let go of me, I don't want to eat!"

This is the parking lot of the Dorsett Hotel. Originally, their row of black convoys was enough to attract attention.

"If you don't want a car shock, be honest."

He said in a cold voice, without any suspicion, as if he would throw her into the car, crush her and ravage her in the next second.

Ye Qingcheng was really annoyed this time, because she didn't want to be too noticeable, for fear that Lu Jingshen would suddenly appear from somewhere.

Dongfang Shijin made a gesture to throw her into the car, Ye Qingcheng had no choice but to obediently stop moving.

There were a lot of people in the parking lot, and all the people who came and went were prominent people from S city.

As soon as they appeared in the public eye, they immediately attracted the attention of many people.

The man was tall and handsome, like a character in a painting, with fierce and domineering brows, thin red lips, a straight nose, and slightly curly dark chestnut hair.

He has an innate aura of a king, noble and inviolable.

A monstrous half-race man.

Especially the woman in his arms, petite and slender, with black hair like a waterfall, oval face, red lips and white teeth, especially a pair of beautiful eyes like autumn water, sparkling and sparkling, making everyone intoxicated.

Such a pair of handsome men and beautiful women is enough to attract everyone's attention.

Not to mention the row of black-clothed bodyguards behind them, following behind Dongfang Shijin in an arc, protecting his safety at all times.

Entering the hall, it is a simple French decoration style, just like in memory.

Exquisite rattan round table glass, silver hook, beige lace tablecloth, exquisite carving.

On the table is a light gold or pink-purple and white intersecting gold silk vase, which contains elegant lavender.

There are comfortable and simple European-style sofas, warm rattan tables and chairs, and even hammock-style swing sofas.

[Qingcheng, I know you like swings the most, so this time I suggested to my father to change the style of the dining area on the first floor. 】

【Qingcheng, this is the surprise I want to give you. 】

The young Lu Jingshen loved interior design, but he was born in such a business family and inherited his father's business. Helping his brother's work in the future is his only choice.

Dreams and favorite things are *not* controlled by oneself.

That year coincided with Lu's father wanting to redecorate the Emgrand Hotel, and Lu Jingshen enthusiastically offered suggestions. He has always been outstanding in interior design beyond ordinary people.

In fact, no one knows that he likes interior design in order to give Ye Qingcheng a warm home.

[Qingcheng, I will finish our home for you in the future. 】

Looking at the familiar decoration style, Ye Qingcheng's eyes blurred, and Lu Jingshen's words seemed to echo in his ears.

Ye Qingcheng tried her best to withdraw her thoughts, raised her eyes, but met the gloomy gaze of the man opposite.

"Better not to let me know you're thinking of other men."

Dongfang Shijin spoke gloomyly, and threw a heavy cookbook into her hand.

It is still the previous style, with a thick soft leather cover and bronzing fonts.