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

Cheng Lianxun's back felt cold, she shivered in fright, and hurriedly turned her head.

He stood condescendingly by the bed, like a demon descended from the sky.

"You startled me, when did you come in?"

She clutched her beating little heart.

It's fine if there's no sound when walking, and there's no sound when you open the door. If people are scary, they will scare people to death.

"Just now, who were you chatting with?"

Third Master Zhuo sat down on the edge of the bed.

He just glanced casually just now, and saw someone saying that she was controlled by him and lost her personal freedom.

He admits that he has a strong desire to possess and control, which is much stronger than the average person.

But not to the extent of that kind of change.

She is a human being, and she is pampered like a little princess, but she will never restrict her freedom, and raise her into a canary that loses her freedom, a bird in a cage.

"Song Jun, the manager of Huatian Media wants to sign me."

She sat up on the soft bed.

"You chat every day recently, just chatting with him?"

He thought about it carefully, she recently spent more time typing and chatting besides reading gossip.

"Not every day, he sent a message, I always have to reply, right?"

She also discovered that after meeting Song Jun, she chatted quite frequently on WeChat.

The old WeChat account is useless for her.

There are only a few people on the new WeChat, and Song Jun has the most chat records.

Then there are Chen Chen and Melting.

Luo Zhijin also has some.

"What are you talking about? Talking every day, talking so vigorously."

Someone didn't notice at all that his words were full of jealousy.

I don't know what that Song Jun looks like, and he doesn't know how to do it. I have to ask Qin Tu to investigate him tomorrow.

"Actually, it's nothing. He repeatedly persuaded me to sign a contract with him."

Cheng Lianxun fiddled with her long hair that fell to her cheeks behind her ears.

The thin legs moved and sat on him, nestling in his arms.

"Look, he persuaded me to sign a contract just now, and when I said no, he asked me out for dinner."

After finding a comfortable position in his arms, she swiped her phone and flipped through the chat history.

"Dinner?" Zhuo Sanye looked at his phone and immediately moved to her face, "You promised him?"

"No, I said no time."

The little guy shook his head without thinking, slightly appeasing a jealous king.

"People who don't know you well, don't go out to eat casually, what if it's a bad person?"

Zhuo Sanye exhorted in a voice, and his heart was really broken for her.

I am deeply afraid that if she is not careful, she will be deceived by the bad guys and get hurt.

"How can there be so many bad guys?" The little guy pouted, "Besides, at least I'm very proficient in overhand throws. Even if I meet bad guys, it's not so easy to catch me."

Speaking of fighting.

She is really not cowardly now.

"As far as your three-legged cat skill is concerned, are you willing to show it off?"

Third Master Zhuo stretched out his slender index finger and lifted her small chin, and there was a little disgust in his black eyes.

"How dare you despise me!"

The little guy threw his phone on the bed.

She practiced so hard, it's fine if you don't encourage her, and you dare to despise her, it's too immoral.

"Do I dislike it?" Third Master Zhuo asked first, then shook his head, "No."

"Obviously there is!" Her cheeks were puffed up, her hands were furiously on her hips, "I've seen it all, your eyes betrayed you!"

"Really?" Zhuo Sanye's stern eyebrows raised slightly, "You see the disgust in my eyes? Are you sure?"

"Sure!"

She nods for sure.

"What else did you see?"

He asked seriously.