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

But you get hurt a lot.

What do you mean by getting hurt often? I...

San Ye tried to correct her severely distorted thoughts.

I've seen you hurt three times!

Forcefully pulling his hand to enter the door, she emphasized the number of words.

How long have we known each other?

Thirteen years.

When she was five years old, he appeared in her life and has never left.

I only got injured three times in thirteen years, so that's a lot?

It's not much, but you are not a small injury like a bump, you bleed so much every time, just in case, in case...

No chance!

Seeing that she stopped suddenly and was about to cry again, he forcibly forbade her to think about it.

How could it not? You bleed so much again this time.

As she spoke, she lowered her head and unbuttoned his suit jacket.

It's nothing for a man to bleed.

Gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Girls are all made of water, and tears come when they say it.

Why are you hurt?

After unbuttoning the shirt, she saw the white gauze wrapped around her waist, which was still bleeding.

She never asked about things he didn't take the initiative to say.

But looking at his injury, she couldn't help worrying.

This is a gunshot wound!

Ordinary people have never even seen a real gun, so how could they be shot and injured.

Save people.

What about last time?

Bet someone.

What? How did you get so badly injured betting with someone? What did you do? Why did you lose?

How could I lose!

You haven't lost even though you're injured? Who are you lying to!

It's worse for the loser, okay?

What's wrong with the loser? She didn't quite believe it, there was no one who won and got hurt.

died.

... Well, she believed him.

Then what about this time? How did you get such a serious injury when you rescued someone? Has the person been rescued?

Seeing that he was honest and not hiding anything, she poured out all her worries.

It's saved.

Where's the villain?

died.

... She was silent for two seconds, Then the first time you got hurt...

Dead too.

... All the people who injured him died?

There is no war in our country, and it is obviously very peaceful. Why do you come here and die every now and then?

Her pink and immature face was full of worries.

Not our country.

Zhuo Dingding's explanation was enough.

It's not that I don't want to say it, but I don't want to worry her, let alone put her in danger.

...

In fact, she knows a little bit, but if the danger happens abroad, she is more worried.

Once he went abroad, she didn't know where to find him.

Are you afraid of me?

He wiped away the last tear from the corner of her eyes, lifted her chin lightly, and stared at her straight.

In recent years, his center of gravity has been in Shanghai. Many people are afraid of the word Zhuo Sanye.

Leaving the majesty outside can save a lot of things, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Anyone can be afraid of him, but the only one who doesn't want her to be afraid of him.

The little guy blinked his moist eyes, and shook his head innocently: I'm not afraid.

Brother Zhuo is so kind to her, why should he be afraid?

Aren't you afraid? Zhuo Dingding pretended to be slightly angry, stretched out his big hand behind her, and slapped her down slightly, Do you want to rebel?

Ah— the little butt shrank hard, and Cheng Lianxun tensed up, You hit me again!

I'm an adult! Stop spanking me!

With a puffy face, she hammered his chest angrily.

It's too embarrassing, too embarrassing to be spanked at this age.

If you don't listen, you should call.

Zhuo Dingding let her beat him, and he slapped it down again with a thick palm.