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

"Ah?" Cheng Lianxun's eyes widened slightly, she knew it was not that simple.

"Brother Zhuo, today Wednesday, I slept at school for two nights and came back on Friday."

It means that it's only been two days, there's no need to be so troublesome, and I came back to live here.

"No." Zhuo Dingding said the same thing, but also gave her a choice, "rest at home, go to the company to accompany me to work, go to class but come back to live at night. Choose one of three."

Cheng Lianxun nuzzled, does she have a choice?

Not at all!

"I'd better come back to stay at night." She looked listless.

Brother Zhuo, this is clearly the behavior of the old fox.

To put it nicely, let her choose, and she has already cut off her back completely with a knife.

"Okay." Zhuo Dingding stood up, "I'll take you to school first."

"Okay." Cheng Lian got out of bed quickly, and said casually when Bai Nen put her little feet on the slippers under the bed, "I need to change my shoes."

These slippers came from Zhuo Shuhang's villa.

change shoes?

Zhuo Dingding looked down at her feet, unfamiliar slippers.

Looking up along her slender ankles, the white and slender legs are straight and slender, very beautiful.

But this little skirt with a skirt that only reaches the thigh is also unfamiliar.

There was danger in his eyes, and he gave an unquestionable order: "Change the skirt too."

His person, wearing a dress that other men bought her?

Never allow it!

"Change it, just change it. Why do you scare anyone with such a terrifying look of wanting to kill someone?"

Cheng Lianxun glanced at him, then went out silently to the cloakroom.

It made her think for a moment that she cheated on him and put a cuckold on him.

"You have to say a few words to change your clothes, have you started talking at a young age?"

Zhuo Dingding walked out of the bedroom with her, brushed her long hair, and played with it between his fingers.

"You're just talking!" The little man turned his head and glared at him.

His big black eyes were shining brightly, and his little cheeks were rosy and rosy like powder, and his cheeks were puffy.

But in the eyes of Mr. Zhuo, her angry little appearance was only cute, and had no deterrent effect at all.

After sending Cheng Lianxun to school, the two agreed that Zhuo Dingding would pick her up after get off work.

Cheng Lianxun began to look at the class schedule as soon as he stepped into the school gate, and now he just managed to catch up with a class.

When she was walking towards the classroom, she was stopped by a person downstairs in the teaching building.

"Cheng Lianxun."

Gu Hejing went downstairs, Cheng Lianxun went upstairs. The other party looked down at him and bowed his head, not even calling the teacher.

Gu He respected his lazily raised eyebrows, trembled a little, and stopped her.

Cheng Lian raised her head in Xunxun's voice, a middle-aged man. The half-length hair almost covered half of his face, and it was not clean and tidy at all.

And that beard is not very long, but at least it has not been shaved for ten days and a half months.

Looking at the clothes again, although the black and gray casual clothes are not dirty, they always give people a sloppy feeling.

Such a slovenly person, put some dust on his face, and then walk on the street. Saying that he is a beggar begging for money, absolutely no one would doubt it.

But now, people who were about to be classified as beggars appeared on the university campus.

Cheng Lianxun's first impression of this person was not very good.

Ninety-nine percent of the people in the school are either students or teachers.

Judging from the age of the other party, he should not be a student. But to say that he is a teacher, it seems that he is not the same from head to toe.

"Why are you skipping my class?"

His voice was light and ethereal, as if floating down from the sky, carelessly and lazily.