The President is Too Fierce: Sweet Wife, Be Nice!

"Maybe it's a slippery hand?"

She still didn't care.

"Student Cheng Lianxun, why do I feel that you have more and more secrets."

The more he looked at her, the more Luo Ranran felt that he couldn't understand.

"Who doesn't have any secrets? Didn't you tell me that you like Li Datian?"

The toilet paper, the culprit, was a bit glaring, so Cheng Lianxun snatched it away and threw it into the small garbage bag on the table.

"..."

Being poked into his weakness, Luo Ranran's eyes flashed, and he stopped talking.

"You really like Li Datian?"

Cheng Lianxun thought that what she heard was also rumors, but Luo Ranran's reaction seemed to be true.

"No, nothing!"

Luo Ranran's eyes dodged, not daring to look at her.

After stammering and negating, she picked up the book and returned to her seat.

"..."

The way she ran away in a hurry, it is clear that there is no silver three hundred taels here.

Cheng Lianxun looked at her in disbelief, then went back to do her homework silently.

Who doesn't have any secrets.

Since Luo Ranran doesn't want to say anything, she won't ask the question to the end.

But Li Datian's scourge is really harmful.

It's fine to provoke Cheng Lian, even Luo Ranran was confused by him.

all day.

Many students purposely ran outside the door of Class 13, wanting to see what Cheng Lianxun, who was rumored to have been taken care of by a benefactor, looked like.

Rumors abounded and it was viewed like a monkey in a zoo.

Cheng Lianxun, however, was as immobile as a mountain, doing whatever he wanted to do without being affected in the slightest.

Her concentration not only amazed Luo Ranran, but also impressed her classmates.

Strong enough.

This day passed fairly peacefully.

at dusk.

After returning home for dinner, Cheng Lianxun sneaked out stealthily with his small schoolbag.

"Xun'er."

Cheng Lianxun, who had just walked through the living room safely and was about to go straight to the door, froze.

"grandmother."

She smiled sweetly, turned around quickly, and looked at Mrs. Cheng who came out of the room.

"Where are you going with your schoolbag?"

Granny Cheng, with gray temples, looked pretty good, and walked towards her.

"Go to tutoring."

She continued to smile sweetly.

"Who are you looking for tutoring?"

Mrs. Cheng was obviously not easy to fool.

"Zhuo, Brother Zhuo."

Knowing that he couldn't hide, his little face instantly withered.

"Go to Villa No. 1 again." Mrs. Cheng felt like a mirror in her heart, "Don't go!"

"Grandma, I really went to tutoring. I can't do many math papers."

She swore that every word she said was true.

In the small schoolbag, besides the math books, there are math test papers.

"If I say I'm not allowed to go, I'm not allowed to go!"

Mrs. Cheng was firm.

"Why do you have to ask him for tutoring? Even if it's tutoring, why do you have to go to his house?"

"You are a girl, you have to be more reserved, and you can't keep running to his house!"

"If you absolutely want him to give you tutoring, you can let him come to our house to give you tutoring."

Mrs. Cheng concluded that they were talking about love openly and aboveboard under the guise of tutoring.

She also expected that Zhuo Dingding would not come to their house so stupidly, just to teach her granddaughter.

"ah?"

Cheng Lianxun was dumbfounded.

Asking brother Zhuo to come to her home to give her tutoring, it is impossible to think about it.

Mrs. Cheng was sitting on the sofa, looking at her like a statue, Cheng Lianxun's back felt cold, and she dared not run outside.

In the end, she weakly went upstairs and returned to her room.

"Brother Zhuo, grandma won't let me go to your house."

She moaned and cried on the phone.