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

"What's good? You don't know me?"

The little guy is so stupid.

If it weren't for the crowd, he would have stretched out his hand to pinch her tender little face.

"Where did you go?" Cheng Lianxun was excited for a second, and then became more listless, "I'm almost exhausted."

It is not good for her to sit and talk to others when others come up to say hello.

Standing abruptly for almost an hour.

The bit of cake I ate earlier has already been digested.

Now she is parched and hungry, and her hungry chest is sticking to her back.

"you've been drinking?"

Zhuo Dingding took the glass from her hand and found red wine in it.

"No, just pretend."

If there was juice in the glass, she would have finished it long ago.

"Go, take you to eat, haven't you had dinner yet?"

Zhuo Dingding put down the cup, took her hand and left.

The two walked through the back door, and not many people noticed.

"Let's leave like this?" Cheng Lianxun looked back anxiously, "Is it going to be bad?"

She didn't even say a word to Aunt Ling.

"Won't."

Zhuo Dingding didn't care so much, his steps were firm, and he walked without looking back.

Cheng Lianxun didn't like this kind of occasion, and was tired of dealing with it.

Although I felt in my heart that it was not good to leave without saying a word.

But with his courage, she left regardless.

Luo Zhijin clinked glasses with someone, and after taking a sip of wine, he glanced at the back door.

Witnessed the whole process of their exit.

"What to eat?"

The two took the elevator downstairs, Zhuo Dingding asked.

"Steak, I want meat now."

The two stood side by side, she tilted her head and leaned against him, feeling powerless and didn't even want to walk.

She had never dealt with so many people at once.

A group of people gathered around, crackling and approaching, some people were sent away with polite words, and another group came again.

For the first time, she realized that speaking can also be tiring.

And super tired.

It's the same as running a thousand meters in physical education class.

"Look how tired you are." Zhuo Dingding hugged her distressedly, "In the future, try to avoid participating in such occasions."

"Well, I don't want to participate either."

She nodded affirmatively.

Participating once is exhausting.

When the two arrived at the parking lot, Cheng Lianxun ran into an acquaintance.

"Hi!"

He Ye drove a sports car. When he came out of the parking space, he saw Cheng Lianxun stop.

"Hi."

Cheng Lianxun looked at He Ye in the car and waved his hand mechanically.

"Where are you going?"

He Ye looked at Cheng Lianxun, then at Zhuo Dingding beside her, but he didn't say hello to Zhuo Dingding.

"Have a meal."

The people around him didn't speak, so Cheng Lianxun could only answer.

"I'm going to eat too, do you want to come together?"

He Ye smiled brightly and handsomely, with only Cheng Lianxun in his eyes.

"..." Cheng Lianxun clearly felt that someone beside her began to emit low air pressure, so she bit the bullet and said, "No."

"Then I'll go first, bye." Before the car drove away, He Ye looked at her again, "What's my name?"

Cheng Lianxun was embarrassed.

It wasn't because she couldn't remember his name, it was his problem that made her embarrassed.

"He Ye."

How can anyone just ask others if they remember their name on the first day they met?

"goodbye."

The name was remembered, and He Ye was very satisfied, and drove away with a 'swoosh'.

"who is he?"

Once the idlers left, Third Master Zhuo's black face no longer restrained himself.

"He Ye."

She said his name just now, brother Zhuo should have heard it.

"Who is He Ye?"

What identity, what do you do, what do you do at home.