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

But Zhuo Dingding held it so hard that she couldn't pull her hand back.

"Let go!" She was still angry and didn't want to be fooled by him easily.

"Don't let go." At this time, Zhuo Dingding would definitely not let her go.

"Let you go!" Cheng Lianxun couldn't move one hand away, so he used both hands and feet, sitting on the bed and kicking his arm.

This time, she must not forgive him casually.

She won't be so softhearted anymore!

Absolutely not!

Judging from her attitude of disregarding everything and wanting to break up with him, she was really angry, and the anger has not subsided till now.

But she, who was fighting blindly, seemed to have forgotten that she was wearing a skirt.

As she raised her leg to kick him, the hem of the little skirt slid up and finally piled up on her slender waist.

Zhuo Dingding originally wanted to stop her, but seeing her slender legs kicking constantly, such a beautiful scene of having fun together, he couldn't bear to look away.

"Um--"

Zhuo Dingding, who was still dreaming after being beaten, suddenly let out a muffled snort, and subconsciously covered his waist with his hands.

She kicked him in the waist.

Cheng Lianxun's eyebrows twitched, she immediately retracted her legs, and leaned forward to climb forward: "You hurt your waist?"

She knew him so well, she never said when she was hurt, no matter how painful it was, she never hummed. It must be because of his serious injury that he looks like this now.

I didn't notice it just now, but now that I looked closely, I realized that he was in a wheelchair.

"The leg is hurt too?" She looked down nervously, but he couldn't tell because he was wearing pants.

The charming girl who kicked and kicked him last second, wishing to drive him out of the house, now cares about him nervously.

The corners of Zhuo Dingding's mouth were smiling, the little guy was so attached to him that he lost his temper and wanted to break up with him.

Really broke up, she had to cry to death.

"Lian'er." Zhuo Ding Ding Fu grabbed her hands again, and explained seriously, "I just saw the message you sent, and I didn't mean not to reply to you."

"..." The concern faded from Cheng Lianxun's face, and her little face became gloomy again.

Although she didn't withdraw her hand being held by him, she tilted her little head and was unwilling to talk to him.

She didn't want to tell how much she had been wronged and how helpless she was, nor did she want to know where he went or why he ignored her.

She knelt and sat on the edge of the bed, with her small body erect stubbornly. From her body language, Zhuo Dingding knew that this time it was not so easy to coax.

"There was a traitor in the company, and I almost couldn't come back."

If it is not easy to coax, he can only confess the truth.

Because he knew that no matter how angry the little guy was, he was still a reasonable person when he was done.

As long as she can understand, everything will be all right.

Cheng Lianxun kept reminding herself to be firm, but she couldn't help glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

He won't get hurt easily, and he is such a proud person, now he even sits in a wheelchair.

I guessed that he was seriously injured, but I didn't expect it to be so serious that he almost lost his life?

"What exactly does your company do?" She couldn't help asking.

In the eyes of the outside world, Zhuo's Group is a business empire, and in business, the dignified president needs to risk his life to risk his life.

"You really want to know?" Zhuo Dingding asked back.

"..." Cheng Lianxun glanced at him a few times, then quickly looked away, "I don't want to, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

With this arrogant little appearance, he was so angry that his mouth pouted, and he insisted that he didn't want to.

Zhuo Dingding smiled and reached out to hug her.

She subconsciously pushed away.

"Mmm—" Zhuo Dingding let out another groan from being pushed by her.