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

"Third!" My aunt exclaimed, and immediately looked around.

When she saw Zhuo Dingding coming straight from the direction of the castle from a distance, she, who had been posing arrogantly from the beginning to the end, had panic flashing in her eyes.

The third child is now the head of the Zhuo family and has inherited the entire Zhuo family empire.

Looking for trouble with Cheng Lianxun, one is that he doesn't like Cheng Lianxun's identity.

The second is that it is impossible for the third child to marry her.

Women who cannot enter Zhuo's family are just playthings in the eyes of men, and most people will not make trouble with their families just because of a plaything.

I thought so, but seeing the new head of the family coming straight, my aunt backed down.

Cheng Lianxun is a plaything, but now he is also the treasure of the third child.

If he was caught bullying Cheng Lianxun on the spot, even if the third child didn't really do anything to her, he would leave a bad impression on her.

For the current plan, it is the best policy to go.

If the third child really settles the score for Cheng Lianxun's plaything, and she finds a perfect excuse to explain it, she will naturally be able to retreat unscathed.

"It suddenly occurred to me that there is still an urgent matter that I have not dealt with, so I will leave first."

With her back to the castle, the aunt smiled at Nan Nanxi.

Her expression was similar to before, but before the arrival of the new Patriarch, she slipped away with oil on her feet.

Nan Nanxi looked at her figure who was walking away quickly, and spat: "Old fried dough stick!"

Feng Liang said that there was no urgent matter after so long, and as soon as the third child came, he remembered that there was something urgent to leave, and he made it clear that he wanted to escape responsibility and was afraid of being cleaned up by the third child.

Zhuo Dingding, who was walking hurriedly, took a big step. He got closer to the fountain, but he walked more and more slowly.

This was simply because the fight he saw was chaotic, but that little figure had the upper hand.

She stood in the fountain pool and killed all directions, knocking down one after another. When others got up and didn't stand still, she kicked over and fell down again.

The little guy is so savage.

Zhuo Cherry couldn't count the number of times she got up from the pool with her face covered in water.

She was in a daze, and there was only one thought in her whole body and mind, to bring down Cheng Lianxun and make her look good.

When she stood up again, before she had time to wipe off the water from her face, she was about to pounce on Cheng Lianxun.

But a figure in the shaking line of sight made her stop suddenly.

"Third brother?" She quickly wiped her eyes in doubt, and when she saw Zhuo Dingding standing by the fountain, she was stunned.

After only a moment of astonishment, she suddenly rushed over, and the one who complained first began to cry for grievances:

"Third brother! Make the decision for me, Cheng Lianxun is too bullying, she bullied me! Not only bullied me, she also bullied my aunt, look how we have been bullied by her!"

She yelled loudly, with a crying voice, and made everyone stop terribly.

Everyone looked intently, the new head of the family was standing by the fountain in a leisurely manner, expressionless but not angry.

The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point, and no one dared to speak.

"Third brother..." Zhuo Yingying lay on the side of the pool, raised her right arm, "Look at my hand, what happened to my hand when it was grabbed by Cheng Lianxun? It's bleeding!"

Zhuo Dingding looked down, and there was a short and thin nail scratch on her forearm. It would be an exaggeration to say that she was bleeding, but it was just streaks of red blood.

Turning her cold eyes, her eyes fell on Cheng Lianxun.

damn it!

Seeing this, he frowned, and his brows were instantly filled with anger.

There were no less than three bloodstains on the little guy's white and tender arms.

That's her bleeding.

Zhuo Cherry's scratches were not worth mentioning in front of her wounds.