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

   There are other people here, how can Brother Zhuo be such a hooligan.

   How embarrassed to be seen, she is shameless.

   "You play another ball, hit the red one."

   Zhuo Dingding was reluctant to get up because of her.

   He didn't expect this, but he was close to her, feeling her graceful body curves without a trace.

   He is a normal man, how could he not react at all.

  Cheng Lianxun felt that his back was hot, maybe his body temperature had risen, or brother Zhuo's body temperature was abnormal.

   "You get up and I'll fight again."

   She was a little nervous and embarrassed.

   Ronglie can see them as soon as he looks up.

   God will kill her!

   As soon as she thought so, Ronglie suddenly raised her head...

  Inadvertently looking up, Ronglie and Cheng Lianxun met eyes.

   The person who looked at him was the third sister-in-law, and he immediately sent a happy smile like a flower.

   "You hit me and get up again."

   Zhuo Dingding followed her line of sight and looked at Ronglie.

   was stunned by his cold eyes, and it was as molten as a basin of ice water pouring down on it, and it was cold from head to toe.

   The smile on his face instantly became embarrassed, and it hung on his lips stiffly.

  Why did the third brother suddenly stare at him?

   He didn't say anything, and he didn't do anything.

   Depressed, he wanted to look away, but his eyes suddenly bulged.

   The posture of the third brother and the third sister-in-law, the more you look at it, the more strange it becomes, the more you look at it, the more it looks like some kind of indescribable posture.

   Brain exploded.

   He instantly understood why the third brother glared at him.

   "Are they... flirting?"

   is too immoral, he is a pure and innocent boy who has just grown up, how can he pollute his eyes like this.

   But thinking about it, he didn't have the courage to say it out loud.

   Next second.

   He immediately lowered his eyes, looked at his nose and heart, and pretended he didn't see anything.

  The third brother is so cold, he didn't expect to have emotions.

  Cheng Lianxun is even more, looking so pure, I didn't expect such a person.

   She's only eighteen, can't she be more restrained?

   "Why do my peers mature earlier than me?"

   Ronglie was very hurt. He felt that it was very boring to fall in love.

   Is there something wrong with him, or someone else?

   Because of his sudden look, Cheng Lianxun's face was almost buried on the table.

   Knowing Zhuo Dingding's character well, she randomly hit the second shot.

   "I hit, get up quickly."

   she hurriedly said.

   The fifth brother doesn't know where he is, and if he sees it, he will be even more embarrassed.

   "If I'm at home, I won't get up."

   Zhuo Dingding lightly bit her tender ears.

  Cheng Lianxun's two little faces turned red, and before he had time to protest, he got up and pulled her up.

   "You, you stay away from me."

   She blushed, grabbed the club, and played with her little hands tangled.

   Zhuo Dingding's eyes fell from her face to her hands.

  The two small white and tender palms, grasping the thin club, nervously sliding up and down, reminded him of a certain scene.

   Like when she grabbed his big brother.

   The picture floated in his mind, his cold eyes darkened, his throat was dry, and his **** bulging Adam's apple rolled up and down.

   His dark eyes, hungry as a wolf, made her back go cold.

   Looking down, she also remembered something in hindsight.

"what are you thinking!"

   She hurriedly pushed the club towards him like a hot potato.

   How could Brother Zhuo be like this? It's embarrassing.

   "You know what I'm thinking?"

   caught the cue, Zhuo Dingding stared at her with a smile that was not a smile.

   The little guy is making rapid progress and can keep up with his steps.

   Children can be taught, not bad.