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

"Brother Zhuo, the food in the school cafeteria is pretty good. You can rest more when you have time, and you don't have to pick me up for dinner every day."

Thinking that he was so busy and had time to eat with her, she felt very sorry.

"Why, after going to college, I saw so many new things that I didn't even have time to eat with me?" Zhuo Dingding opened his eyes and looked at her.

Knowing that she didn't mean that, Zhuo Dingding still intentionally misinterpreted it.

"Of course not." Cheng Lianxun quickly explained, "I feel sorry for you because you are busy with work, and I don't want you to be tired from running around."

"I'm not tired. I won't be tired when I see you." Zhuo Dingding squeezed her into his arms slightly with both hands.

Cheng Lianxun laughed softly: "Brother Zhuo, are you acting like a baby?"

She is not a medicine, after taking it, she will feel refreshed and full of energy.

Zhuo Dingding was slightly stunned, leaning his head on her shoulder, sniffing the faint fragrance unique to her body: "Do you think it looks like it?"

"Like." Cheng Lianxun hugged his head, brushing his black hair with slender fingers like a comb, "Like a big wolf dog."

Brother Zhuo is like this now, like a large animal acting like a baby, this contrast makes her heart soften a lot.

He never showed weakness to others, but in front of her, he was always so gentle and cared for her carefully.

"Dare you say I'm a dog?" Zhuo Dingding pinched her slender waist with little force.

He thought of the big wolf dog that the little guy kept in Shanghai. After he brought him to the capital, she didn't seem to have seen it.

"Itchy, brother Zhuo, itchy." Cheng Lianxun couldn't help laughing, twisting her waist to avoid the messy hands on her waist.

The two quarreled for a while before they calmed down.

Cheng Lianxun was lying in his arms, and with his ears attached to his chest, he could clearly hear his heartbeat beating vigorously.

"Brother Zhuo." She whispered in a soft, tentative voice.

"Hmm." He responded softly.

"I heard..." She hesitated, but still asked, "Lu Ting didn't come back to school last night and was beaten."

"En." Zhuo Dingding made a soft voice from his throat without any emotional ups and downs.

Silence gradually spread in the small back seat.

After a while, Zhuo Dingding pinched her chin and raised her small face: "Do you want to ask if I did it?"

She was innocent by nature, and he didn't want her to face too much darkness.

So I don't tell her many things, not because I'm afraid she will know, but because I want her to live happily in the sun.

Things that are too bloody and violent are not good after all, and they are not conducive to her physical and mental growth, so she doesn't have to face them.

Cheng Lianxun looked at him without blinking, looking straight into his eyes as deep as ancient wells.

Although she couldn't understand some things, she could clearly see the care and love in his eyes.

Immediately, she slowly showed her face, smiled softly and shook her head: "I don't ask. No matter who did it, Lu Ting deserved what he deserved, and he deserved it."

She just needs to believe that no matter what brother Zhuo does, he is right, and that's enough.

Zhuo Dingding kissed the little head buried in his arms.

She understands him.

Even if you don't know what he's doing, even if you think what he's doing is dangerous.

But she still didn't ask, didn't care, and trusted him wholeheartedly.

Maybe she doesn't even know that there is no way out for this utterly reckless trust.

He took her to dinner, and when the two entered the box, Cheng Lianxun saw someone unexpectedly.