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

"What are you doing lying down?"

He walked over and slapped her upturned buttocks.

"Brother Zhuo." She tensed all over, and quickly turned over and lay flat, "If I tell you..."

Suddenly stopped talking halfway, the third master was waiting for her to continue: "Huh?"

"I..." Cheng Lianxun's eyes fell on him.

She was lying down, and her vision was much lower than when she was standing.

Looking at him from the bottom up, he was only wrapped with a bath towel, and the water droplets on his body were not wiped clean.

There were still a few drops of crystal clear water hanging on the chest, and when it slowly flowed down, it made my mouth dry.

His hair was also wet, not to mention blow-dried, it didn't look like he was rubbing it. The water droplets from the tip of the hair dripped down and fell on him, which was extremely sexy.

Cheng Lianxun became obsessed with watching, and forgot what he wanted to say.

Why is Brother Zhuo so attractive!

"You what?" The third master looked down at her in confusion.

Seeing her this time, why is the little guy so in a daze?

Could it be that the work is too tiring, tired and stupid?

"Nothing. I'll go take a shower."

She got up with a grunt, and trotted into the bathroom.

I don't want brother Zhuo to go.

Even if you tell him to let him go, he won't go, and she doesn't want to say it.

Because she didn't want him to go from the bottom of her heart.

Sleep less, sleep less, she wants to sleep with him, and doesn't want to be separated from him.

She was so inexplicable that Mr. Zhuo really couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

When she came out of the shower, she had returned to normal, full of vigor and vitality, so he didn't ask any further questions.

"You wash your hair so late?"

The third master had already gone to bed and sat down by the head of the bed.

Seeing that her hair was coming out wet, she got out of bed to get a hair dryer.

"It's so late every day, I have to wash."

Cheng Lianxun walked obediently to his side and let him dry her hair.

She is already considered lazy, washing her hair only once in two or three days.

Lu Na also has long hair, but she washes it every day and every night, she is so diligent that she admires it.

After drying his hair, he went to drink some water.

When she came back again, she was already lying on the bed, disorganized and out of shape.

"Are you tired from work?"

He sat on the edge of the bed distressedly, stroking her little face.

"Extremely tired." She squirmed like a caterpillar, and slid to his side, resting her head on his thigh. "I'm more tired than during the college entrance examination."

You just need to use your brain to cope with the exam.

But filming not only requires brains to memorize lines, but also body language performance, and physically mobilizing emotions.

If one side of a scene does not pass, it has to be repeated on both sides and three sides.

Today, she had to act in a scene five times before passing it. On the fifth time, she felt that she couldn't act, it was bad, and she was very tired.

Only after filming did I realize that the actor industry, or the entire entertainment industry, is under a lot of pressure.

Invisible pressure is coming from all directions, and you can't push it away. You can't accept it except being forced to accept it.

"If you're so tired, we won't act."

He came out of the shower quite well, but in a blink of an eye he looked exhausted again, so tired that he was in a bad state, and he felt distressed looking at it.

"No." Cheng Lianxun immediately refused, looking up at him, "I chose the path myself, I have to go on."

It's just the beginning, it's nothing if you feel tired and want to give up as soon as you take the first step.

"I don't want to see you so tired."

The third master's eyes were full of affection, and he stroked her small face with his warm palms.