President's wife

The neon lights of the city are staggered, the lights are feasting, and the people coming and going have different futures and pasts.

Compared with the fashion mall located in the city center, people can only be amazed.

A pair of well-maintained hands could not tell that it was the hands of a woman in her 50s or [-]s. She threw out a gold card lavishly, and the waiter took it respectfully. After paying the bill, she picked up the shopping bag and stepped out of the mall in loud high-heeled shoes.

Lin Enmeng from behind kept poking her head, and felt that the middle-aged woman in front of her looked very familiar, as if she was alone—Aunt Zhuang.

"Aunt Zhuang, wait, Aunt Zhuang." She followed closely.

The driver took the things in his hand, Zhuang Lizhu heard the sweet voice behind her, and didn't take it seriously until she was stopped by Lin Enmeng.

"Aunt Zhuang, it's really you." Lin Enmeng was pleasantly surprised.

"You are..." An eleven or twelve-year-old girl flashed in Zhuang Lizhu's mind, and the image slowly merged with the girl in front of her: "You are Mengmeng, you are really Mengmeng!"

"Ah."

"I haven't seen you for so many years, you are getting more and more beautiful!"

"Aunt Zhuang, you too. I haven't seen you for ten years. You are still so young!"

Zhuang Lizhu covered her mouth and smiled, "Your mouth is still so sweet, come and sit at Aunt Zhuang's house."

"Aunt Zhuang, it's not good, it's so late, I will disturb you."

"No, no, don't you see Xiao Yi?"

Lin Enmeng blushed, she nodded shyly, "Yeah."

Zhuang Lizhu immediately took Lin Enmeng's hand, got into the car, and signaled the driver to drive.

Zhuang Lizhu and her mother have been best friends since they were young. They got married and became pregnant at about the same time. They almost got married with their fingertips. But later, the Lin family immigrated to Switzerland, and the two families never saw each other again.

Arriving at Zhao’s house, in the living room, Zhao Yi was sitting on the sofa, wearing a simple white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, revealing a wheat-colored chest, staring at the stock market list scrolling on the huge display screen, revealing A noble and extraordinary kingly spirit.

Seeing Lin Enmeng couldn't help lowering his head, Zhuang Lizhu called to him: "Xiao Yi, look who this is?"

Zhao Yi looked at her for a second, then turned back: "Who is she? I don't know her."

The words stung her.

"She is Mengmeng, Lin Enmeng, who immigrated ten years ago." Zhuang Lizhu explained.

"Lin Enmeng?" He remembered that more than ten years ago, there was a little girl who followed him all day long and couldn't get rid of her. She even said some jokes about marrying him.

"It's me." She was very glad that he remembered, and she couldn't help but feel joy in her heart.But the next second was like pouring a bucket of cold water.

"Mom, since I'm your guest, you can talk slowly. I'll go back to my room first."

"Sit down, Mengmeng is also your playmate when you were young, you can catch up on the old days, and I will cut some fruits for you." Smart people can see that Zhuang Lizhu wants them to be alone.

But Lin Enmeng said otherwise, "Aunt Zhuang, let me help you."

"No, you are a guest, let's chat."