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

After making sure he didn't slap his face, Gangzi stepped forward and stood still in front of Cheng Lianxun.

Before making a move, he looked at Zhuo Shuhang uneasy.

Zhuo Shuhang didn't dare to speak to reveal his voice, and only gestured for him to hurry up.

After confirming that he wanted to tear it up, Gangzi tore it up as soon as he said it, grabbed Cheng Lianxun's collar with both hands, and pulled it hard.

Gangzi's hands were strong, and in an instant, Cheng Lianxun's white skin was exposed to the air.

Zhuo Shuhang's hand holding the phone trembled suspiciously.

Let him tear it, not let him tear such a big hole!

The hole was torn to the stomach.

But it was all torn up, so I had no choice but to continue shooting like this.

Zhuo Shuhang zoomed in and took a close-up of Cheng Lianxun's face, and a close-up of her torn clothes.

In the camera, Cheng Lianxun is weak and fragile, his small appearance in a coma and at the mercy of others is very pitiful, and it is easy to make people fantasize about it.

In the end, Zhuo Shuhang didn't take long shots, and turned off after more than ten seconds.

"Quickly untie her rope." He said immediately.

Taking advantage of the time when Gangzi and the others unlocked Cheng Lianxun, he sent the newly released photos and videos to his fourth brother.

When Cheng Lianxun woke up, he was on the bed.

When I opened my eyes, it was as if I had just finished physical work, very tired, and my whole body was sore and weak.

She struggled to sit up with her arms propped up.

As she sat up, the quilt slipped off her body.

She felt the chill in front of her, subconsciously looked down.

"Ah!" She crossed her arms in shock and looked around in fright.

As far as I could see, it was the bedroom where she slept these days, and there was no one else in the room.

But how could her skirt be torn?

My mind is groggy, as if I haven't woken up, my brain cells are on strike, and my thinking is much slower than usual.

After thinking about it, she remembered the last picture in her memory.

She was eating dinner, feeling sleepy while eating, and then... didn't remember anything.

"Zhuo Shuhang! You bastard!"

Although she didn't know what was going on, she was sure that it must be Zhuo Shuhang's fault.

She was so angry that she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

She wanted to settle the score with Zhuo Shuhang immediately, but the tattered skirt on her body abruptly stopped her.

It was broad daylight outside the window, and it was already morning.

She opened the closet and changed the skirt as quickly as possible. She didn't even have time to brush her teeth or wash her face, so she walked out of the room angrily.

In the living room, Gangzi was lying on the sofa. When she saw her come out, she was spring-loaded and jumped up to stand in front of the sofa.

She has messy long hair, coupled with an angry face, her hair looks like it has exploded, and she looks terrifying.

"Let me ask you! Where's that bastard Zhuo Shuhang?"

Cheng Lianxun yelled at him furiously.

"Still, haven't gotten up yet." Gangzi stood upright, frightened by her powerful aura, and pointed to the stairs going up.

Cheng Lianxun went upstairs angrily, but Gangzi didn't dare to stop her.

Not knowing which room Zhuo Shuhang lived in, she opened the doors one by one.

"Zhuo Shuhang, get out!"

After pushing three doors, but no one was inside, Cheng Lianxun became even more angry.

There was a loud 'dong', the door was pushed open vigorously, the door panel hit the wall and bounced back.

This is the bedroom, with a bed, and the quilt is spread out and bulged.

It was impossible for Zhuo Shuhang not to wake up from such a big commotion.

He who didn't wake up raised his head angrily: "Who the hell..."