Runaway wife is very charming

Chapter 82 Don't Use Your Little Temper

Yan Junchen didn't get up until the pain in his stomach was no longer so severe, and sat down on the sofa near the bed.

His legs were on the coffee table, and his forehead was propped up with one hand.

Looking at the woman with deep eyes, damn it... This time he really endured that feeling...

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The next day, the sun had risen very high, and Wen Qingruo opened her eyes.

He looked blankly at the layout of the room, here...why is the layout of the room different from yesterday?
Wen Qingruo propped up her upper body with some headaches, and rubbed her forehead.

Raising his eyes, here - is the bedroom of Yan's Manor! ! ! !
Wen Qingruo looked up, but unexpectedly saw the man on the sofa.

He propped his forehead with one hand and rested his legs on the coffee table, as if he had fallen asleep.

Bang, bang, bang—Wen Qingruo's heart beat faster! ——Of course it's not because of heartbeat, but... When did she come back here yesterday? !How did she come back here again? !

In the end...Yan Junchen still found her, didn't he? !

Wen Qingruo looked at the man on the sofa complicatedly, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Yan Junchen slowly opened his eyes, there were some bloodshot eyes... When he looked up and saw the woman sitting on the bedside, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Are you awake?" The man stood up, tall and slender, but his voice was slightly hoarse.

"Why am I here?!" This was the first sentence Wen Qingruo said when she saw him.

The expression on her face was indifference, indifference, indifference... It was concealed anger and disgust.

Yan Junchen's heart suddenly ached, "Do you still want to stay in the United States? Didn't you stay there enough?!"

"Yes," Wen Qingruo turned her face away, her gaze was cold, "To be exact... I will hate every second of being by your side."

Yan Junchen's heart suddenly ached again, "It's okay, I don't care about your disgust," after finishing speaking, Yan Junchen pressed the internal line in the room and ordered the servant to bring the breakfast.

Not long after, a servant brought over an exquisite breakfast, because Wen Qingruo ate vegetables most of the time, firstly to keep fit, and secondly because she didn't like greasy food.

So... the breakfast this time turned out to be vegetable salad, a glass of milk, and a serving of millet porridge.

"If you're drowsy, you must be hungry by yourself. Let's have some rice porridge first." Yan Junchen pulled the folding table over, his slender fingers were clean and fair.

Wen Qingruo turned her face away, "Not hungry."

"Wen Qingruo." Yan Junchen said, "Don't use your petty temper with me."

"Yan Junchen, I have a petty temper?! Are you out of your mind? As I said, I refuse everything you offer," Wen Qingruo looked at him coldly, "So you don't have to go to such lengths Want me to eat."

Give her to another man's 'care', and then come to apologize now that you regret it? !
Wen Qingruo did not forget this matter.

"Are you angry?" Yan Junchen said, feeling a little pain in his stomach, "Eat your breakfast first. Otherwise... I will feel bad when you are angry."

Wen Qingruo sneered, and suddenly waved his hand away, "Get lost..."

The scalding hot porridge slowly dripped down his bony fingers and spilled on the table.

Yan Junchen's hands were a little red from the heat.

There was unbearable anger in his eyes, as well as... unbearable pain.

Suddenly, Yan Junchen slammed the porcelain bowl on the table, then got up, and left with a sullen look on his face.

(End of this chapter)