The female president's mad dragon bodyguard

Zhu Yuhong was so angry that he gritted his teeth and scolded him in his heart for being such a heartless person.

Even though she usually helped him so much, it was just a warning, but this person fell out with him.

But the balance in her heart still favored this man who could come over to nourish her from time to time. She stood lonely in front of the mirror and touched the looming red mark on the collar of her nightgown and sighed.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of the door closing that Zhang Chuchu slowly came downstairs. As soon as he appeared at the stairs, he saw his mother standing in front of the mirror in the living room in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

She curled her lips and shouted: "Mom, why don't you eat? Is that gangster gone?"

Zhu Yuhong, who had just broken up with Shi Yanlei on bad terms, was angry.

Now when she heard her daughter call her beloved man this way, Zhu Yuhong could no longer suppress the anger in her heart.

She glared at her daughter angrily: "How can your mouth be so unclean? I already told you that he is your uncle and that he is your relative."

Zhang Chuchu still didn't care, as if he didn't want to have anything to do with Shi Yanlei.

"Mom, please don't lie to me. He is just a security guard at the club. Dad usually looks down on him. You should not associate with him in the future."

Zhu Yuhong didn't seem to expect that she would say these words. He was stunned for a moment and looked at his daughter with disappointment.

"What nonsense are you talking about? My uncle is my mother's relative."

Zhang Chuchu curled her lips and walked toward the refrigerator, as if looking for something to eat.

"No, why didn't the nanny come today? I specially wanted to go home for dinner, Mom."

Zhang Chuchu turned around and frowned tightly, only to find that Zhu Yuhong's eyes were full of anger.

"I don't think you need to eat anything like this. You are so angry at others."

Zhang Chuchu said angrily: "Oh, Mom, how can you accuse me of this matter? He is originally a security guard at the club. Why don't you let others accuse me?"

Zhu Yuhong didn't know how to refute, so she could only snort coldly.

"No matter what his job is, he is still your elder. How can you show your face to him when he comes to your house?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Chuchu became more confident.

She asked back with a very puzzled look.

"Am I showing off? This is my home. Isn't it normal that I don't like him? You'd better have less contact with ruffians like him."

Zhang Chuchu's words were full of ridicule, and Zhu Yuhong slapped her daughter on the back angrily.

"How could I educate a daughter like you? Could it be that all your studies were in vain and all your books were read into the dog's belly?"

Zhang Chuchu was shocked. He didn't expect that his mother would reprimand him because of an outsider.

"Mom, you are going too far. I am your biological daughter. Who is he?"

Zhu Yuhong was speechless for a moment, unable to say anything to refute.

Unlike Lin Luxi, Zhang Chuchu had been pampered by Zhang Yuanzhi since she was a child and could not accept the slightest bit of blame.

Zhang Chuchu started crying even harder.

"Mom, I will tell my dad about this tonight. Let's see what he says."

After that, she stopped eating and ran upstairs.

Zhu Yuhong was shocked and wanted to persuade her daughter to come down and have a talk and not tell her father about this matter, but she was rejected.

For the whole afternoon that followed, Zhang Chuchu used this as an excuse to lock herself in the room without saying a word. Even if the nanny came back and asked Zhang Chuchu to come out for dinner, she remained silent and tried her best to save herself. I felt aggrieved and wanted to let my father know how much my mother had gone too far today.

Zhu Yuhong was worried that her husband would doubt her relationship with Shi Yanlei, and she only blamed herself for venting her anger on her daughter.

This is good. My husband has always treated his daughter like a sore eye, and he always gets angry with himself after returning home.

She wanted her daughter not to make such a fuss. Wouldn't it be better for the mother and daughter to discuss this matter? Why bring the matter to Zhang Yuanzhi?

Who knows that his daughter is not of the same mind as him, but blames her for being hit by an outsider with his own hands, which has never happened before.

So no matter how anxious Zhu Yuhong was, Zhang Chuchu, who was hiding in the room, still didn't want to come out.

This situation lasted until Zhang Yuanzhi came back from get off work.

Seeing that the atmosphere at home was extremely strange, my wife was sitting uneasily on the sofa. The door of my daughter's room was closed, but bursts of sobbing could be heard from time to time.

"What's going on here?"

Zhang Yuanzhi frowned and looked at Zhu Yuhong, but she pretended to be relaxed and said.

"What else can I do? The little kid is getting angry with me? Husband, you don't have to spoil her anymore. She's already so old and she's still so ignorant."

Zhang Yuanzhi stared at the closed door for a while, still worried, and wanted to go in to see for himself, but was stopped by his wife.

"Oh, husband, Chuchu is just getting angry with me. Why are you worried? I am her biological mother. How can I harm her?"

Zhang Yuanzhi, however, avoided Zhu Yuhong's touch without leaving a trace, and just nodded lightly, still preparing to go in and take a look in person.

Seeing that she couldn't resist him, Zhu Yuhong could only stand there uneasily, letting her husband stride toward her daughter's door.

Zhang Chuchu was pretending to cry under the quilt. When she heard the sound of opening the door, she cried even harder.

Originally, the blow Zhu Yuhong received didn't hurt much, but she cried out that the pain was unbearable.

Zhang Yuanzhi sat in front of Zhang Chuchu's bed, looked at his daughter who was wrapped in a quilt, and asked softly: "Who offended my precious daughter, I must settle the account with him."

Hearing what Zhang Yuanzhi said, Zhang Chuchu felt happy in her heart, but she was still twitching on the surface.

"Dad, you are finally back. If you hadn't come back, I would have thought that our home would have become a home for outsiders."

Zhang Chuchu paused, revealing a pair of eyes that were red and swollen from crying, which made Zhang Yuanzhi feel distressed and didn't know what to do.

"Oh, what the hell is going on? Please tell daddy."

Zhang Chuchu sniffed aggrievedly.

"Of course it was that gangster who made me feel uncomfortable. Dad, you must help me teach him a lesson."

Zhang Yuanzhi was stunned. He had no idea who the gangster Zhang Chuchu was talking about.

"Who are you talking about?"

Zhang Chuchu said: "That guy who claims to be my uncle, the security guard of the club, is the one who always comes to our house to look for my mother."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhi's heart skipped a beat.