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

Cheng Lianxun was still amazed by Qianguyi's versatility, but didn't notice Lu Na approaching.

Qianguyi is the daughter of the richest man, wearing gold and silver, her life should be extremely luxurious.

Just buy what is missing, and it is impossible to use tattered items that have been sewn.

How can I even know how to do needlework, the stitches look pretty good.

"I know more."

Seeing Cheng Lianxun's admiration, but also a little bit of admiration, Qian Guyi frowned a little proudly.

It's true that her family is rich, but she wasn't raised spoiled.

"Qian Guyi, are you sewing bed sheets?"

Lu Na, who insisted on coming over, looked at Qian Guyi in amazement.

The only surprise is that what Qian Guyi did was too inconsistent with her identity.

Her family is not rich by Qianguyi, and no one dares to let her sew things. Does Qianguyi have a hard life at home?

"none of your business."

Qian Guyi raised his eyes and glanced at her.

Lu Na's disgusted expression made Qian Guyi's eyes extremely arrogant.

One important reason why she couldn't get along with Lu Na, Nian Dutong and others was that what she did was too different in their eyes.

This comparison made Cheng Lianxun even more different.

Cheng Lianxun doesn't think it's shameful that she knows how to do needlework, on the contrary, she envies her.

After being slapped coldly, Lu Na was only angry for a second.

"Since you can sew sheets, you can sew them for me too."

She happily turned around to get the sheets.

A sneer sneered at the corner of Qian Guyi's mouth, and he didn't bother to talk to her.

Which of Lu Na's eyes could tell that she would be willing to help her sew the sheets?

"Hey." Lu Na really came over with her bed sheet in her arms, and threw it at the end of Cheng Lianxun's bed, "Qian Guyi, I will leave my bed sheet to you."

I really have no eyesight.

Cheng Lianxun sat up involuntarily, and looked at Lu Na who was as proud as a rooster speechlessly.

Qian Guyi didn't agree to help her sew, did he?

"Your torn sheets, whoever wants to sew will sew."

Qian Guyi didn't even look at her, and with a wave of his right hand, the crumpled bed sheet was thrown to the ground.

"You!" Lu Na was furious, and her anger burned from head to toe, "You are willing to help sew Cheng Lianxun's broken sheets, why not help me?"

If Qian Guyi hadn't helped Cheng Lian find sewing, even if she knew Qian Guyi could sew, she wouldn't have asked her to help.

But what is Cheng Lianxun, a small country bumpkin from the devil's capital, with no family background, no background.

Qianguyi has already sewed bed sheets for the village girl, so of course she can too!

"Just because I don't like you."

Qian Guyi didn't raise his head, and continued to sew the sheets.

Lu Na knew in her heart that Qian Guyi didn't like her very much, but she wasn't the only one, Qian Guyi definitely didn't like Nian Duo and them either.

"Do you like Cheng Lianxun?"

If you don't like her, you don't help me sew the bed sheets. If you help Cheng Lianxun, it means that Qian Guyi likes her.

But how is this possible!

Cheng Lian is a country bumpkin, what is there to look up to?

Qian Guyi turned his head and glanced first, then nodded with a light smile and said, "She is much cuter than you."

"..." Cheng Lianxun listened silently without interrupting.

Why is this conversation so weird?

"I don't sew anymore!"

Lu Na was so angry that the top of her head was about to smoke, she kicked her bed sheet away.

Suddenly, Lu Na raised her high chin at Cheng Lianxun.

"I'm going to the instructor to ask for new sheets!"

She walked with triumphant steps, proud as a victorious rooster.