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

"I..." Cheng Lianxun hesitated, not daring to look at Luo Zhijin, "I haven't made up my mind yet."

Saying this sentence, she felt that she was disgusting.

It's too unkind to release people like this.

"It's all your fault." She pinched the thigh of the person next to her, leaned over and whispered, "I'm about to become a person without credibility."

Third Master Zhuo squinted at her, as if he was seriously thinking about her reputation.

"Okay, you can come back tomorrow."

He let go.

"What?" The change was too fast, and the little guy was surprised, "Tomorrow? Are you sure?"

Brother Zhuo would be so kind, or at ease, let her go back with Luo Zhijin?

"En." Zhuo Sanye had his own plan in mind, and said to Luo Zhijin, "What time do you fly tomorrow?"

"Not ordered yet."

Luo Zhijin was also very surprised, how easy is he to talk?

"Morning or afternoon? I'll make an order."

Master Zhuo said.

"No need." Luo Zhijin subconsciously refused, and looked at Cheng Lianxun, "I'll tell her when it's done."

Who wants Zhuo Dingding to buy a plane ticket, it's not that he has no money to buy it himself.

"……OK."

Third Master Zhuo took a deep look at him.

The dinner time that followed was quite harmonious.

Cheng Lianxun concentrated on eating, and could hear that they were testing each other.

From time to time, there will be a cynicism that expresses praise and criticizes secretly.

She was very tired from hearing it, and she couldn't quite understand the topics they discussed, which were all new to her.

after returning home.

"Brother Zhuo, are you really going to the imperial capital the day after tomorrow?"

Cheng Lianxun asked him while holding the milk glass.

"Not necessarily, but before Lu Ling's birthday, I will definitely go."

It was originally to send her off, since there was no need to send her off, he was not in a hurry to go.

"You didn't agree with Brother Jin and me..."

"Luo Zhijin!"

Third Master Zhuo emphasized what she called others.

"..." She pursed her lips speechlessly, "Okay, Luo Zhijin is Luo Zhijin, why did you suddenly let go and let me go back with him."

Her intuition told her that nine out of ten there was a conspiracy.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so negotiable.

"You'll find out tomorrow."

Third Master Zhuo walked up to her, pretending to be tricky on purpose.

"What are you doing?"

She was sitting on the sofa well, when she was suddenly pulled up.

"To take a bath."

He led her up the stairs.

"Wash it if you want to, and I'll do it later."

She wanted to snuggle up on the sofa for a while longer.

"Wash together."

Zhuo Sanye didn't let her turn around, and dragged her upstairs by force.

"Don't!" She slipped her hand in fright, and almost dropped the cup on the ground, "I'm already this old, it's better to wash it myself!"

"Don't worry, I won't wash it for you, you wash yours, I'll wash mine."

Zhuo Sanye is really thick-skinned, and he doesn't blush or breathe when he says it.

"don't want!"

She refused, hooking her hand on the railing of the stairs, not going upstairs with him.

It's too shameful, he is shameless, but she still wants it.

"Drinking milk every day, aren't you tired?"

Third Master Zhuo held her left hand, determined not to let go, and took her cup with his right hand.

"What are you doing? Don't fall, it's too wasteful, ah—"

She wanted to get the milk back, but she could only let go of the fence.

But just as she reached out to grab it, she was spun around and hugged by her waist.

'boom! ’ One sound, the sound of the glass falling to the ground.

"What are you doing? Cup..."

Being carried up and walking up, she looked back.

Milk was spilled all over the stairs, glass shards were shattered, and the floor was in a mess.

"It's just a cup."

Third Master Zhuo didn't think there was any problem at all.

"It's messed up all over the place, and it will take time to clean it up, uh..."

He felt that she was too noisy, so he lowered his head and sealed her small mouth.