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

"Don't think too much, your grandma won't hurt you anyway." Zhuo Dingding led her forward, "Which room is yours?"

Cheng Lianxun took him into his bedroom.

As soon as Zhuo Dingding entered, a youthful breath came over his face.

The eyes are all red and pink, and the style of the room is really girly.

"Won't the powder be too dazzling?"

This was Zhuo Dingding's first time entering her boudoir, and he felt a little shocked.

The walls are pink, the bed is pink, and the dolls are pink too.

Even the desk and small sofa are pink.

"Where will it be? It looks so pink."

Seeing him standing at the door, as if he was so fancied that he didn't want to go in, she forced him to go in.

"You don't want to be so popular in our future wedding room, do you?"

Zhuo Dingding refused from the bottom of his heart.

Things that are too girly are really not suitable for a big man like him.

The house in the Imperial City Film Academy, decorated in a cozy warm yellow color, was already the bottom line he could accept.

"Anyway, don't be pure black and white."

Jiaoren'er blushed first, then hummed.

Marriage room.

I feel a little shy thinking about it.

It is inevitable that grandma will check the post suddenly.

She pulled Brother Zhuo and hurriedly started tutoring.

He taught seriously, and she studied hard.

Fight for half an hour.

She didn't find out that Mrs. Cheng really came to check on the post, but she didn't go in to disturb them.

The door was not closed, she only peeked at the door a few times.

After confirming that they were indeed taking tutoring, they left.

As soon as she left, Zhuo Dingding turned to look at the door, he obviously knew about it.

"Brother Zhuo, can I rest for ten minutes?"

Cheng Lianxun finally finished a problem, his little face tortured by mathematics was tangled, and his desire to survive emerged.

"Can't."

He flatly refused.

There is no room for negotiation.

"Brother Zhuo, it's only ten minutes..."

She shook his arm softly and acted like a baby, and even slapped him on the face.

"good."

The line of defense that stood firm was defeated if it was said to be defeated, without any hesitation.

"Brother Zhuo is the best."

When she was happy, she rushed forward and kissed him several times on the face.

She lay down on the table after kissing, with a limp little appearance, looking very pitiful.

"I'll go find your grandfather. If you haven't come back in ten minutes, you should do the test paper first."

Zhuo Dingding lightly supported her little head and exhorted.

It is said that ten minutes of rest is ten minutes, and it is strictly not allowed to be more than one point.

She sat up straight with a jerk.

The focus is different from his.

"Will Grandpa see you?"

According to her observation, grandpa really didn't want to see him.

"No, he should be in the study at this time. Where is your study?"

He stood up, ready to go out.

"Upstairs, the first room on the right."

She stood up worriedly.

"What's your look? I'm not going to the battlefield."

Her heavy and sad little expression made Zhuo Dingding pinch her face again.

"My grandpa is very fierce when he has a tiger face. Do you want me to accompany you?"

She grabbed his hand and held it tightly. Although he didn't look nervous at all, she was still worried.

"I seem to be a person who is afraid of others' evil?" Zhuo Dingding raised his eyebrows, pushed her back to the chair and sat down, "You wait for my good news obediently."

He has made up his mind to go, and he won't let her follow.

She could only look sadly at the back of his leaving.

As soon as he left, she didn't have a good rest and didn't have the heart to do the test papers.

She stared at the small clock and lived every minute.

Twenty minutes passed.

"Why hasn't brother Zhuo come back?"

She couldn't wait any longer, got up anxiously, and decided to go to the study secretly.