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

"I see, brother Zhuo, I find that you are getting more and more verbose."

Cheng Lianxun nuzzled and complained.

"Who is talking about being long-winded?" Third Master Zhuo never thought that the word long-winded would be used on himself one day, "I think you are itchy!"

How dare he think he is long-winded, and don't see who he is doing this for.

If you dislike it, you still dare to say it. It's really a day without a house.

"Heh heh heh, you can't hit me now even if it's itchy."

Adhering to the principle that the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, the little guy has nothing to fear.

Talking bravely for cheap, she also walked to the door, opened her mouth and said sweetly:

"Brother Zhuo, I'll hang up first, you go to bed early, good night, love you so much."

"..." Zhuo Dingding's little anger came to his heart because she begged for beating with the previous sentence, but he was soothed by the latter sentence, "Well, good night, you go to bed early too."

She hung up the phone before opening the door.

Outside the door, as someone expected, it was Luo Zhijin.

"Brother Jin, it's so late, you haven't slept yet."

She stood at the door and said.

Her plaster hand was hung around her neck by a rope. Luo Zhijin was not used to this look.

"Xun'er, I just want to ask, what do you think about Luling letting you do her daughter's work?"

Luo Zhijin cut to the chase and asked him the reason for his insomnia.

Cheng Lianxun thought it was normal for him to care about this issue.

After all, as soon as the procedure is over, she is not a borrower in the Luo family, but a family relationship that can be lived for a long time.

But her focus is on.

He directly called Aunt Ling by her name just now, and the normal question should be 'how do you think about my mother's question. '

Luling said it word by word, as if the relationship between mother and son was very bad, and he and Luling were very strange.

"I have not decided yet."

Her words gave Luo Zhijin hope.

but.

"But Aunt Ling is very kind to me, and I don't want to make her sad."

Before the joy came to his face, Luo Zhijin's expression sank, and he didn't expect that she would have the second half of the sentence.

The subtext in the second half of the sentence shows that she has been shaken, and the probability of agreeing is as high as 80%.

"Xun'er, if I ask you to reject her, will you agree?"

Broken hair scattered on his forehead, covering Luo Zhijin's eyes.

The dim light in the corridor made it difficult to see his facial expression clearly.

"Why?"

This was her first reaction.

He was also very excited in the living room before, and even threw his glass and left.

Could it be that his kindness to her is all an illusion, but he doesn't really like her, so he doesn't want her to live at home all the time.

Luo Zhijin frowned at this question.

Why?

Of course because I like her.

Wanted her to be a girlfriend, not a sister.

"Let me ask you first, are you and Zhuo Dingding really boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Did Luo Zhijin know about this relationship?

But I know, admitting it with her is another matter.

"Um."

She nodded without any hesitation in answering.

He should have seen it long ago and knew everything.

"how long have you been together?"

He secretly took a deep breath before asking.

Zhuo Dingding really has the advantage of being close to the water.

If she hadn't lived in the Luo family in the imperial capital, he would never have had the chance to know her.

She thought about this question seriously, but she couldn't give a specific number.

"Many years."

She knew brother Zhuo when she was only a few years old.

At that time, the two were naturally not in love.

In my impression, there was no particular year that said that the two were going to be together.

It is natural and inexplicable to come to today.

Luo Zhijin was greatly stimulated by her answer:

"Many years? You are only eighteen years old, what do you mean by being together for many years?"