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

   He sat on the edge of the bed with disinfectant in his hand.

   looked at her with burning eyes: "Come here."

  Cheng Lianxun walked over with small steps, his eyebrows lowered and he dared not look at him, shy.

   Brother Zhuo didn't even wear pajamas, and was only wearing a bath towel as before.

  Although she only had a bath towel all over her body.

   But her waist-length hair was deliberately fiddled in front of her to cover her, and her whole body was much more tightly wrapped than him.

   finally walked up to him, the first thing he did was to lift the long hair on her chest.

  Cheng Lianxun took a deep breath, she didn't hide or retreat, but her body froze instantly.

   "Are you nervous?"

   Zhuo Dingding sat on the bed, about the same height as she was standing, and teased her with a smile on his face.

"No!"

   Seeing that he lifted her hair to help her disinfect the wound, Cheng Lianxun firmly denied it.

   She didn't think about anything inappropriate for children.

   Zhuo Dingding didn't pierce her either, and dipped a cotton swab with disinfectant to help her clean the wound.

   "Hi..." Cheng Lianxun grimaced in pain, "It hurts."

   Zhuo Dingding calmly did not comfort her, he blamed himself.

   He was reluctant to beat him, he was reluctant to scold him, he held the little girl he had loved for so many years in his hand, but he was actually hurt like this.

   And now that he looked carefully, he realized that there were still strangle marks on her neck.

   Choke her neck.

  Damn, do you want to strangle her?

   fiercely flashed from the bottom of his eyes.

   The explanation just now was really cheap for them.

   "Brother Zhuo, I'm fine."

   His expression was sullen and silent, very terrifying, and it felt like the mountains and the rain were about to come and the wind was filling the building.

After    dealt with the wound, she held his handsome face and comforted him instead.

   He stared at her deeply and did not speak.

   "Brother Zhuo, I'm really fine, am I not well now?"

   He kept silent, she was a little flustered, not sure what he was thinking.

   "Lian'er." He gently stroked the pinch marks on her neck with his cool fingers, "I'll propose a marriage when your grandparents come back."

"what?"

   Cheng Lianxun, who already had a fever in his head and couldn't think properly, was even more confused now.

   The incident happened suddenly, and it was normal for her to be frightened.

   Zhuo Dingding gave her time to think, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, but admiring it openly and above all, she went from shocked to shy.

   But as he watched, his eyes were getting hotter and hotter, and he was about to go crazy.

   She wears little, and her fair complexion is so delicate that she can squeeze out water, so delicious that you want to eat her in one bite.

   Her big, watery eyes looked nervously from side to side, but she didn't dare to look at him.

   But without looking at him, he knew he was staring intently at her.

   So she was nervous.

   Moreover, how could she have the illusion that she was going to enter the bridal chamber?

   "What if my grandparents don't agree to propose, propose?"

  Cheng Lianxun lowered her eyes shyly, her little hands tangled together nervously.

   Actually, she is not worried about her grandparents. They really love her and should not object.

   She was worried about her father.

  According to the attitude of Ning Yao and Cheng Lianzhu tonight, they will definitely not agree to this marriage.

  Ning Yao would blow the pillow wind again, and nine times out of ten, his father would not agree.

   "They'll agree."

   Zhuo Dingding's hand moved down little by little.

"My Father……"

   "He would agree too."

   Zhuo Dingding's seemingly casual answer contained complete assurance.

"you……"

   She wanted to say something, but Zhuo Dingding didn't give her this chance.

   The slender fingers that landed on the edge of her bath towel, hooked slightly.