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

"It's good when it's safe. Going to someone else's house is no better than being at home. Be polite, and you can't..."

Hearing every word of grandma's instructions, Cheng Lianxun felt more guilty.

She lied to grandma.

"Um……"

She repented in her heart, but brother Zhuo suddenly played tricks, which made her push her head away from her chest in fright.

"Xun'er, what's wrong with you?"

Grandma found something unusual.

"Grandma, I, I'm fine, I accidentally knocked my knee."

As she spoke, she stared at the restless man with dissatisfaction and warning on her small expression.

Didn't you see she was talking on the phone with grandma?

How could Brother Zhuo do this!

Seeing him laughing so badly, he must have done it on purpose.

Zhuo Ding's eyes were exposed, he did it on purpose, he was not allowed to use his mouth, but he still had hands.

"Be careful when you go out."

It's normal for the elderly to be wordy, and grandma talked for several minutes as soon as she gave instructions.

This tortured Cheng Lianxun.

While answering grandma obediently, she also had to deal with a man who deliberately made trouble.

Worried about being exposed, she finished the phone call, sweating on her nervous forehead.

"Brother Zhuo, you're scaring me to death!"

As soon as the phone was put away, she slapped him angrily.

"If your grandma knew that we are like this now." Zhuo Dingding pointed at her, then at himself, and said maliciously, "Will you agree to us being together."

She wasn't wearing anything, but he was well-dressed.

The forcibly plundered is so serious, and the plundered look innocent and weak.

"Brother Zhuo!" The picture was too embarrassing, she didn't dare to look down at herself, "How can you be so despicable and shameless!"

If grandma found out, she would definitely feel heartbroken, hate iron for being weak, and drive her out of the house.

"Well, it's time to let you know what it means to be mean and shameless."

The man's dangerous eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and as soon as he stretched out his long arms, he hugged her.

After being arrogant for dozens of seconds, Cheng Lianxun immediately gave up.

"Brother Zhuo, I was wrong, let's go back to Shanghai now."

Worried about falling, she wrapped her whole body around him and hung on him.

But she didn't want to give in just like that.

"It's too late to come back in the middle of the night."

With firm steps, the man went straight to the bedroom.

"I protest!"

"Protest is invalid."

"..."

The little man was crying and mourning.

I thought he would definitely not let me go tonight.

Fortunately, he still had a conscience, and he didn't make it too late and let her sleep on the plane.

The next day, he was in good spirits and showed up on campus on time.

Once in the classroom.

Cheng Lianxun was sensitive to the fact that many classmates were looking at her.

Some peeked at her, and some stared straight at her.

The eyes of each one are a bit complicated, hesitant to speak, and there is no weird feeling that can be said.

The deskmate hadn't arrived yet, so she turned and looked at the back seat.

Luo Ranran also looked at her with extremely complicated eyes. Seeing her suddenly turn around, he quickly lowered his head as if he didn't see her.

"Ran Ran, look up."

Luo Ranran raised his head slowly.

"What's wrong today? Why do I feel that my classmates are looking at me with strange eyes."

As she spoke, she glanced left and right, and sure enough, she caught a few classmates who quickly moved their eyes away.

"I'm asking you, you have to tell me the truth, don't worry, I won't tell others, and I won't look down on you."

Luo Ranran leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"What?" Cheng Lianxun, who was at a loss, realized that the matter was serious, "Say it quickly."

Still look down on her?

What did she do that was outrageous?