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

Bringing her back wasn't about making her fight.

Of course, if he was bullied, he would support the fight.

"No." Cheng Lianxun shook his head and continued to stare at his claws, "Although I didn't use my nails to scratch them, I pinched them a lot. They must have suffered more injuries than me."

Third Master Zhuo inspected her up and down, and after making sure she was not injured, he said with some relief: "One hit five, you'll be very proud if you win, right?"

"Of course I'm proud." Cheng Lianxun smiled happily with a small smile on his face, "I didn't lose again."

They scolded her with so many mouths together, and if they couldn't win the scolding, she could win the fight.

"But you were injured." It's good to win the battle, but Zhuo Dingding looked at the red marks on her arms and felt very distressed.

"This little injury is fine, it's just a skin trauma. It will be fine in a few days."

Cheng Lianxun looked at the horrific scars on both arms, but didn't pay much attention to them.

Compared with the injuries he suffered before, she was not injured at all.

"My fault. You shouldn't have faced them alone."

The more she said it was fine, the more distressed Zhuo Dingding felt.

She was raised delicately since she was a child, and she would cry when she was in pain, but now that she was injured, instead of crying or crying, she smiled happily and said she was fine.

This is a kind of growth for her. This kind of growth may be what she wants, but it makes him feel distressed, and feels that he has not protected her well.

"Brother Zhuo, I'm really fine."

There were drops of water running down her face, her little face was pink from the hot water, and she raised her head to look into his eyes.

"It's not your fault. You can't be with me 24 hours a day. Although I don't like them, even if I'm alone, I'll try my best to deal with it."

What she said made Zhuo Dingding's eyes darken slightly, and he caressed her small face in distress.

His little guy seems to have really grown up.

Before coming to Zhuojia Castle, she was obviously very resistant. But after coming, she tried her best to adapt without complaining at all.

"Brother Zhuo." She touched it with her small hand and pressed it against his big hand holding her face, her voice was soft and soft, "You said that when you become the head of the Zhuo family, you will live in the castle."

"You have too many families. I may not be able to adapt at once, but I will try to adapt slowly. Everything is difficult at the beginning, and fighting may not be very good, but I have not been bullied."

After she finished speaking, she blinked her eyes delicately, and comforted him in turn.

She knew that in this ancient castle, he didn't expect her to have the majesty of the housewife, his only wish was that she would not be bullied by the wolves, tigers and leopards in this family.

So, as long as she's not being bullied, she's doing great.

The first time she came to the castle, she fought with Zhuo's family, even the elders. She knew that she must have become a little shrew.

But it doesn't matter, for him, she is willing to fight and carry, she is not afraid of gossip, she strives to occupy a place in this castle as soon as possible.

Regardless of whether she is a shrew or not, no one dares to provoke her, just use her to trouble him.

Zhuo Dingding's brows moved slightly, he stared at her deeply, and immediately hugged her tightly in his arms without saying a word.

For him, she was doing what she didn't want to do.

When he was moved, he secretly regretted that he was useless and made her wrong him for him.

"Baby." He whispered softly, and suddenly regretted bringing her back. "It's okay, if you don't want to come back, you won't come back in the future. Don't worry about them, I just want you to live happily."