The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 13 Zeng Li and Mo Zhiqian are too similar in character to be suitable (Happy Mother's Day)

Hearing that Zhang Hao also called himself "Miss In-Law", Zeng Li felt a little uncomfortable.

No matter what her relationship with Mo Zhiqian is, to the outside world, she is Mo Zhiqian's wife who is "married by a bright matchmaker".

Although the relationship between them is outrageous, the two sisters serve as one husband, and everyone around Mo Zhiqian knows it well.

But on the surface, they would politely call themselves "sister-in-law" or "sister-in-law".

But now, Assistant Zhang actually called her "Miss In-Law".

At home, it's fine for the nanny to be called this way, but now that it is called out from Assistant Zhang, Zeng Li always feels that this name seems to remind her of something, and it is even deliberately mocking.

Zeng Li's face was tensed up in displeasure. She was a woman with a cold temperament, once she calmed down, even her voice became much colder.

"I just want to walk around by myself without running away. What's wrong with Assistant Zhang?"

Zhang Hao glanced over through the rearview mirror with an unnatural expression.

Because of the name I just called.

Although the president of his family liked her younger sister, outside, the president always called her his wife.

He called it that just now because he was complaining for the real wife Zeng Huiyun. He had been there on the day of the president's wedding. If it wasn't for this vicious woman, the real wife would not be sitting in a wheelchair and let her call the wind and rain outside.

"Why? Assistant Zhang is so embarrassed by such a trivial matter? An assistant in a dignified listed company is even embarrassed to do such a trivial matter. I really doubt Assistant Zhang's usual ability to handle affairs."

Seeing that Zhang Hao didn't respond, Zeng Li couldn't help but sarcastically.

"No, Miss In-Law..."

Zhang Hao glanced at Zeng Li who was sitting behind through the rearview mirror, and wanted to explain, but Zeng Li interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"Ok?"

A slightly raised monosyllable, without too many words, but with a clear sense of vigilance. At the same time, the embroidered eyebrows are also raised, silently giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

Zhang Hao licked his lips, showing embarrassment, and his tone became more respectful.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, your current condition is not suitable for blowing outside."

"Is this what your president means?"

Zeng Li raised her eyebrows again, and looked at Zhang Hao who was driving ahead through the rearview mirror. She didn't think Mo Zhiqian would care about her so much.

"No," Zhang Hao glanced in the rearview mirror with an unnatural expression.

"I mean it."

The president ordered him to take his wife home. If the wife got out of the car halfway and returned to the company, he would not be able to return.

Zeng Li glanced indifferently through the rearview mirror, didn't insist any more, wrapped the shawl around his shoulders, and turned to look out the car window.

Zhang Hao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In all fairness, he feels that the woman in the back is really not suitable for the president of their family. The two of them have too similar personalities, and their coldness gives people an oppressive feeling.

Ms. Huiyun is better, her temperament is gentle and kind, and she just complements their president.

At noon, Zeng Li couldn't help curling his lips and snorting coldly when he saw the various nourishing soups and soups in front of him.

Is this what Mo Zhiqian ordered the nanny to prepare for her?

Could it be because he slapped her and his conscience found out?
Heh, she didn't think this cruel man had a conscience, even if he had one, it was reserved for his younger sister Zeng Huiyun.

Pushing away the soup bowl in front of him, Zeng Li refused to accept the apology from a heartless man.

"Take it and throw it away, I don't like it."

"Sister! Why are you doing this!" Zeng Huiyun, who was sitting in a wheelchair, frowned in disapproval.

It has always been like this, as long as Mo Zhiqian is not at home for dinner, Zeng Huiyun will sit in the main seat, as if reminding everyone all the time that she is the mistress of the house.

　Today is the day of the greatest woman in the world. Happy mother's day to all the mothers in the world.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)