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

"You think he doesn't want to? There are no new sheets. He even watched a video to learn needlework just because of my broken sheet."

Cheng Lianxun continued to defend her boyfriend.

No matter how bad her boyfriend was, she could only complain to herself.

Besides, Brother Zhuo was very kind to her.

"It turned out to be like this, just give him the bed sheet to sew, what are you thinking about."

Judging by Qian Guyi's tone, her image of Zhuo Dingding's boyfriend still hasn't changed.

She has seen a man with a temperament like Zhuo Dingding a lot, and he will definitely be a successful man in his career.

But emotionally, ninety-nine percent will not be a good man.

"He said give it to him to sew, but I want to sew it myself."

Cheng Lianxun looked at the sheets torn into four pieces, unable to do anything, so he turned his attention to the needlework.

"If he wants to sew, give it to him, so don't bother." Qian Guyi persuaded.

Seeing that Cheng Lianxun wanted to sew the sheets herself, she was suspicious of her words.

Because if it was her, she would not do things that her boyfriend said to help, she would definitely not bite the bullet and do it herself, isn't this asking for trouble?

Moreover, Zhuo Dingding, a big man, and the president of Zhuo's Empire Group, would learn to sew bed sheets for his girlfriend?

It's impossible to think about it.

Cheng Lianxun picked up a thin needle and studied it, but didn't have time to answer the eternal question.

But she researched and studied, the left hand thread, the right needle, and again she couldn't start.

"How to do this?"

She seemed to be muttering to herself, and also seemed to be asking for the meaning of the ages.

I knew it was at Brother Zhuo's place, and I came back after watching the video and learning how to sew.

"Thread the thread through the needle first."

Qian Guyi frowned her heroic brows.

At this level of ignorance, you still want to sew bed sheets yourself?

Could it be that Cheng Lianxun's brains are showing off.

Thread the needle.

Cheng Lianxun suddenly remembered this idiom.

She pinched a straight thin needle and held it in front of her eyes, looking and looking from both ends.

Finally, she fixed her gaze on the small hole at the end of the needle and asked, "Can the thread go through such a thin hole?"

The hole is too small, you can't find the hole unless you look carefully.

"Of course." Qian Guyi rolled his eyes, "I'll do it."

With Cheng Lianxun's frowning face, one can see that she is an untouchable Miss Jiao, and she is still learning needlework like this, can she be a little self-aware?

"Can you thread a needle?"

Cheng Lianxun was very surprised when the needle and thread were snatched away.

Because Qian Guyi has already pulled out the thin thread and threaded the needle, seeing her threading the needle, she looks very skilled.

"I don't just thread a needle, I can also sew."

Qian Guyi quickly threaded the needle, turned around and lay down on the bed.

Forget it, let her find Cheng Lian for sewing.

Treat Zhuo Dingding as if he owed her a favor, and he will definitely ask him to repay it when he has the opportunity.

"You really know how to sew?"

Cheng Lianxun also lay down, her eyes widened in shock.

Qian Guyi held the needle in his right hand, and pinched two pieces of sheets with his left hand. After inserting the needle back and forth a few times, he sewed a short section.

"You really know how to sew?" Cheng Lianxun's astonished black pupils revealed a trace of envy, "How can you even do this?"

The two were lying on the same bed, their heads were put together, and they were whispering to each other in an incomparably intimate manner, which made Lu Na feel uncomfortable, so she craned her neck to look over.

They spoke too quietly, she couldn't hear them, and suspected that they were plotting against her by whispering, so she walked over.