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

"Hum hum."

The little guy snorted arrogantly, and she also felt that she could pass the exam.

"However, Brother Zhuo, doesn't the Film Academy require accommodation? If you buy this house, I won't be able to live in it."

She looked around the big suite with a little pity.

She likes the simple and warm decoration style very much, and it is so big that she can run several laps.

I don't know what neighborhood this is, it must be very expensive.

"No accommodation, you can apply with the school when the semester starts."

She was already petite, and her long hair fell down, making her small face even smaller.

Pushing back her black hair, holding her fair and immature face, caressing it carefully.

The face was smaller than his palm.

"Is it possible not to stay after applying?"

Puzzled, the little guy took a bite of the sandwich.

She remembered that the Imperial City Film Academy had compulsory accommodation, and students were not allowed to live outside.

"Um."

Zhuo Dingding nodded lightly, and answered casually.

Cheng Lianxun stared at him, feeling that this was abnormal.

"Are you going to exercise some privileges again?"

If that's the case, she'd better stay.

I don't want to be special and be criticized.

"It's not that I want to use the privilege, you just apply."

He will not tell her that his name will appear on her family contacts.

"What if you don't apply?"

Chewing the sandwich with a small mouth, looking at him and at the breakfast in his hand, she still felt unreliable.

Brother Zhuo will definitely be behind his back, doing something she doesn't know.

Accommodation is clearly a compulsory and unified requirement, how can it be said that the application is successful.

"you dare!"

Zhuo Dingding freed a big hand, and patted her little butt without hesitation.

The little guy's wings haven't grown hard yet, so he wants to resist him?

"Ah!" She was shrunk from the beating, "Don't keep spanking my butt, I'm already this big, it's embarrassing, okay?"

Looking at her swollen little face, he raised his brows slightly, and clapped his hands happily again.

"Ah!" She flinched again, pointed at him angrily with the sandwich in her hand, "Brother Zhuo, if you do this again, I'm going to be angry!"

"Why do you want to be angry?"

The third palm fell mercilessly.

This time he didn't leave, his big hands directly covered it, kneading it hotly.

"You, you, ah—"

She was so angry that she stopped eating the sandwich and wrestled with him.

One slap after another, slap and slap, she still wants to lose face.

The more she protested against the beating, the more he beat her.

Vile teasing teased her.

After only a few tens of seconds, the two of them rolled down on the sofa.

"Brother Zhuo, don't make trouble, I'm going to be late."

She was blushing, unable to struggle under the pressure, Jiao panted to pull, and got into the big devil's hand in the school uniform.

"Don't make trouble, I'll kiss."

The man is serious.

But no matter how serious he said, and the more wanton fiery palms, he could not wash away the crime.

"Kiss as long as you want, don't...touch."

She ate half of the sandwich, and it fell to the ground long ago. She pulled him and pushed him with her little hand, but it didn't work at all.

"This is matching touch, you can't control it."

Although her soft, waxy and sweet voice is very pleasant to hear, he doesn't want to talk at this time.

Domineeringly grabbing her chattering cherry lips, she couldn't speak out.

At the beginning of the kiss, she glanced at the clock on the wall and was anxious to push him away.

If you don't start, you will be late.

But within a few seconds of the kiss, she was brought into a bewitching vortex, unable to find the north.