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

The sonorous and powerful dull voice of the old man was like a gust of cold air rushing from Zhuo Dingding's spine to the top of his head.

He turned sideways slowly, and saw the old man kneeling beside the desk.

silence.

A deathly stillness filled the air like the rotting smell of dead corpses.

The old man has been decisive in killing and fighting all his life, and he is used to his majestic and invincible appearance.

Seeing his dwarf-like meddling all of a sudden, Zhuo Dingding quickly turned his head away, not wanting to look at him.

He seemed to have seen a generation of heroes cut off their legs.

The stalwart image of the old man in his heart collapsed instantly.

There is gold under the man's knees.

"Is your reputation that important?"

Important enough to be willing to kneel down?

Still knelt down to his grandson.

Zhuo Dingding's heart was cold, his voice was too hoarse because it was full of emotions.

"It's not all about fame. This daughter, I owe her a lot, and I have to make up for her. Besides, she is pregnant, and I made this move just to force her boyfriend to marry her. My daughter wants to get married, so I should do my father's duty. help."

These words are the voice of the old man.

Zhuo Dingding sneered at an angle that the old man could not see.

In order to compensate her daughter, threaten her grandson?

He opened the study door.

"Do you want grandpa to die in front of you?"

At this moment, the slightly trembling voice seemed to have aged instantly.

Zhuo Dingding grabbed the doorknob's left hand and held it tightly, so hard that the veins on the back of his hand popped.

*

Hospital.

Cheng Lianxun has already woken up.

"Don't cry."

Zhuo Dingding wiped away her endless tears with distress.

"Brother Zhuo, I have a headache."

The little guy's voice was soft, lingering, and weak.

She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't control the tears.

"Good..." Zhuo Dingding's thick eyebrows were furrowed, looking at her delicate pale face, he wished to suffer for her, "Bear it, it won't hurt anymore."

Qin Tu couldn't bear to watch from the sidelines, and silently left the ward.

How good the master has been to the little lady these years, everyone around him can see it all, holding it on the tip of their hearts all day long, afraid of melting in their mouths.

The little madam is well protected, she is not oblivious to world affairs, and does not understand the sinister heart.

Such a clear and pure little girl was beaten to death by Cheng Lianchai, lying on the hospital bed as weak as a broken doll, which would shatter when touched.

Cheng Liantie was so vicious at such a young age, even death would not be a pity.

The door was gently closed, and there were only two people left in the ward.

"Brother Zhuo, I want you to hug me..."

The left hand was infusion, and the right hand stretched out to him weakly and bonelessly.

She didn't want to think about what happened that night, but thinking about it gave her a headache.

Now I just want to be hugged by him, hug him well, and really feel that he is by her side.

"Baby, don't move, I'll come."

Worried that she would be involved in the wound, he hurriedly grabbed her hand to stop it.

Carefully helping her to sit up, he sat on the edge of the bed and hugged her gently.

"Brother Zhuo, I miss you so much."

The free-moving right arm hugged him, getting tighter and tighter.

Even if I hold him in my arms, I still miss him, miss him very much, my heart is full of him, and I miss him so much that it overflows from my body.

"Be good, baby, I miss you too."

Zhuo Dingding has always been gentle to her, but this gentle coaxing is even softer than ever before.

He caressed the hand on her back, wanting to caress her little head inertially.

But when he saw her gauze-wrapped head, he stopped suddenly.