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

   "Third brother, I dare not, I just accidentally said the wrong thing, I swear there will be no next time!"

   Ronglie really realized what it means to be like a awn on the back.

   The club on the back is not like a club, but like a sharp knife, which can be cut into two pieces with a strong swing.

   "What did you say wrong?"

   Zhuo Dingding asked knowingly.

  “…”

   Ronglie dare not say.

  If the third brother found out, he would have to slash him with a knife.

  "..." Cheng Lianxun was embarrassed to ask him to speak, so he had to speak for him, "It's actually nothing, I just played with him."

   "Yes, yes, just kidding."

   Molten quickly slid down the steps.

   The little dwarf is not bad, no, the third sister-in-law is still somewhat conscientious and knows to intercede for him.

   None of them knew, Zhuo Dingding heard everything.

   "Playing with her? Do you know who she is?"

   Zhuo Ding Ding glanced at the blushing little guy, and continued to stare at the melting.

   Ronglie is also eighteen years old this year.

   Whenever she is with her peers, he has to sigh, youth is so good.

  Whether it was slapstick or laughter, the more fun she had with her peers, the more he could appreciate the difference.

   He is not very old, but at this time, he has the illusion that he is old.

   Playing and laughing, he has been away from him for many years, so long that he can't remember, he himself has laughed like this.

   The little guy is so youthful.

   The child's heart is not dead, and he likes to play. Will she feel bored with him?

   "Sister-in-law Three." Rong Lie cried with a sad face, knowing that he was doomed, "Brother, I swear, I will treat Sister-in-law San as a little ancestor in the future, and I will never make fun of it again."

   This time it was really an accident.

   It's the third sister-in-law who doesn't want to talk. He doesn't want to talk.

   "Ancestor? Give it up?"

  Cheng Lianxun was very excited after hearing this.

   "You think I'm a dead man..." She kicked his red shoes into a rage, "You just need to give it up!"

   "No, no, that's not what I meant. Sister-in-law, don't get me wrong. What I mean is that I will treat you as my third brother in the future, and I will absolutely obey you. I will do whatever you ask me to do, and I will never deviate from the way."

   The soles of his scorching feet were kicked to the point of cramping. One turned over and lay on his back, waving his hands in a gesture of surrender.

  Cheng Lianxun didn't express her opinion, but she knew from her disgusting little expression.

   She doesn't believe Reng Rong's words.

   "It is best to have this awareness." Zhuo Dingding was quite satisfied with his answer, "Get up."

   "Good Le."

   Ronglie was ecstatic, he never expected the third brother to be so generous.

   After so many years, today is definitely the best time for the third brother to speak.

   The game continued, and the four returned.

  Cheng Lianxun and Ronglie, who did not understand football, continued to sit and watch.

   "Wow, Brother Zhuo's playing posture is so handsome!"

   And so sexy.

  Cheng Lianxun blinked his star eyes, his face a little shy.

   He bent over to play ball on his stomach, his body twisted at 90 degrees, his legs were super long, long and straight, and his **** was still up, she was embarrassed to see it.

   The key point is that he only wore a white shirt with half rolled up sleeves. He felt relaxed and drowsy, very abstinent, and his face was cold.

   Such an imaginative posture, coupled with a cold sense of abstinence, made her faint.

   "It's quite handsome, you know now, why didn't the third brother let you play?"

   Ronglie looked at it and nodded in agreement.

   There are so many brothers in the Zhuo family, big and small, and his favorite is also the handsome face of the third brother.

   Others are not saying that they are not handsome, but they are not so handsome.