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

Don't be caught by brother Zhuo, using an excuse to torment her.

"It doesn't taste good?"

Zhuo Dingding put down the bowl.

"Very bad! Just leave you a mouthful."

In this way, he will know how bad the hangover soup is.

The taste is a bit spicy and sour, I don't know what to do, the taste is super weird.

"It's not too late for me to try it now."

She still hasn't realized what this sentence means.

When he suddenly lowered his head, he sealed his mouth and held his lips.

Come again.

Any more kisses would make her lips swell.

"Really..." Headache.

She resisted and wanted to protest, but was kissed deeply by him, but she couldn't even speak.

He hugged her, threw her into the European-style bed, turned over and suppressed her.

Cheng Lianxun felt extremely gloomy in his heart.

Being crushed and unable to move, what is the difference between this and the scene before taking a bath?

It's better not to take a bath, because the hickeys are all tossed in the bath.

He said harshly that he would not let her go, Zhuo Dingding didn't make things difficult for her in the end.

After kissing her deeply, he lay flat and took her into his arms.

"Go to sleep."

He had a few urgent meetings and came back overnight. He was also a little tired.

"Really let me sleep, you are not allowed to play tricks again."

Nesting on his arm, she leaned half on him with the smaller half of her body.

"Um."

Zhuo Dingding pushed back the broken hair on her forehead, and gently pecked her.

In the passionate bedroom, the fire that was ignited was half burned, and gradually extinguished.

Embracing each other through the night, Cheng Lianxun didn't wake up until the sun was high.

The first scene I saw when I opened my eyes was bronzed skin.

She blinked her big Shui Ling eyes, and stared intently for a few seconds before she recognized it was the neck.

Looking up, the tough face with sharp edges and corners is not who Brother Zhuo is.

The sun shines in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the bright light indicates that it is getting late.

She lifted herself up slightly and looked at the head of the bed. It was half past twelve.

"woke up?"

Following her movement, Zhuo Dingding also opened his eyes.

"Brother Zhuo, why do you sleep so late?"

In my impression, he always gets up early, rarely stays in bed, and even stays up until noon.

"Accompany you."

Strong arms stopped her waist and lifted her to lie on his chest.

The two slept through the night without any clothes on.

The intimate skin, such a friction, Cheng Lianxun's small body froze immediately.

She could really feel that Brother Zhuo...

Her little face gradually flushed red, her eyes flickered, and her face was shy.

It's already noon, how could he still have morning... boobs.

"Why are you blushing?"

Zhuo Dingding asked the question knowingly, his expression was as calm as usual.

"Where is there?"

She denies it, immediately.

Supporting his strong chest with small hands, trying to move up a little, avoiding his sensitive key parts.

"What do you move without you?"

With a movement of his hands, he pinched her small waist with his big hands, making her stay in place immovably.

Her small body was already thin, and her small waist was even more slender.

His big hands pinched it up, and it was not too big or too small to make a circle.

"I, I didn't move."

She leaned on him with bent elbows, her eyes dodged and never fell on his face.

Intuition told her that Brother Zhuo at this time was dangerous, very dangerous, very dangerous.

"Does your head still hurt?"

His gaze remained focused on her face.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Reluctantly, she lowered her body slightly to cover her breasts, so as not to expose herself too much.

"look at me."

He was dissatisfied.

If she doesn't even look at him, who else does she want to look at?

"What are you doing?"

With a quick glance at him, she immediately looked away.

Zhuo Dingding became more dissatisfied, pinched her chin, and forcibly turned her face away.