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

"Really not." Li Dayian frowned and explained, "Chen Chen was answering your question. The next sentence that the wind picked up and wrinkled a pool of spring water was about what to do with you. If you put it together, it has nothing to do with you. What are you doing so much?"

"..."

Cheng Liande's face turned red first and then turned pale, only then did she realize that she had misunderstood Chen Chen.

but.

Cheng Lianxun dared to scold her, even cursing around the corner.

To put it bluntly, what she replied was [Fuck your shit! 】

"Are you hungry when you come out? I'll take you to have supper."

Seeing her face changing again and again, Li Datian immediately changed the subject.

"Don't eat!"

Cheng Lian was so angry that she turned around and went back to the room.

I'm full of gas, and I'm still eating a fart.

The door slammed shut with a 'bang', with such force that it showed how bad the person who closed the door was in a bad mood.

Li Datian looked at the closed door and frowned a little.

Few girls dared to lose their temper in front of him.

Cheng liandi was very gentle and generous before, but these two days are so abnormal.

Which is the real her?

The moon sets and the sun rises.

early morning.

Cheng Lianxun was dragged out of bed by Zhuo Dingding.

"It's all your fault for being so late last night. I'm so sleepy and want to sleep."

Thinking of what happened last night, she was full of resentment.

Brother Zhuo is also too intemperate.

She had finished taking a shower, put on her pajamas and was about to go to bed, and he even took off her pajamas abominably.

He obviously agreed, but just hugged and slept, but he hugged and hugged but became restless.

"If you really want to sleep, you won't go to the assembly. You can sleep here today, and I will take you back to Shanghai tonight."

He hugged her up, but she still refused to open her eyes, and his heart softened.

There are so many things to do in school, and the assembly is still so early.

"No, it's not good to fall behind."

Cheng Lianxun, an obedient student, muttered and refused.

"Let's go wash up and wake up after washing."

Zhuo Dingding picked her up naked and went straight to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later.

Cheng Lianxun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the imperial capital in the early morning, gnawing on a sandwich.

"See what that is?"

Zhuo Dingding hugged her from behind and pointed to a certain building in front left.

"have no idea."

Bite down a bite of the sandwich, Cheng Lianxun took a few glances and shook his head.

It seemed a little familiar, but she was sure she hadn't said it.

"Emperor Capital Film Academy."

His chin rested on her head, rubbing gently.

"Ah!" The little guy exclaimed, and looked again, his eyes were very serious, "It really is! I just said that the building looks familiar."

She looked up from the bottom of the building yesterday, and didn't look around the whole building, so it really looks like it.

"Brother Zhuo, which floor are we on?"

She looked down just now, it was so high, at least twenty floors up.

"Thirty-third floor." He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "This is close to the Film Academy. When you are admitted to university, you will live here. Do you like it?"

It turned out that he had already planned it.

She had the illusion that she knew there was a pit ahead, but jumped into it foolishly.

"Brother Zhuo, you prepared too early, right? What if I don't get into the Film Academy?"

There was a little sweetness in her heart, but her mouth was arrogantly slandering.

She mentioned once or twice that she wanted to enter the Imperial Capital Film Academy, and Brother Zhuo paved the way for her in advance.

This feeling is so happy.

"No." The arms around her slender waist gradually tightened, "If I can't pass the exam, I will still be there."

With him around, it's impossible for her not to pass the exam.

Hearing his voice, she turned her head sharply: "Do you want to use the privilege again?"

She had no doubt that if she really failed the exam, he must have a way to get her into the film school.

"No, I believe you can pass the exam."

She ate until there were bread crumbs at the corner of her mouth, and when she wiped it off, her calloused thumb rubbed against her tender lips forcefully.

Her small cherry mouth is always pink and moist, as attractive as a small stamen.