The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 1381 As far as the eye can see, it is forever: what is the hurry?

"Sister-in-law, come in."

Li Weimin walked towards the bedroom with the enamel basin in his hands, and he even forgot that there was an earplug inserted in his ear in joy.

When Zhang Cuilan was hesitant, she just felt that something grabbed and fell from the bend of her hand. When she reacted and wanted to catch it, the tape recorder that was stuffed by Li Weimin had already fallen to the ground.

Together with the earplugs stuffed in Li Weimin's ears.

Seeing the tape recorder with its shell dropped, both of them were stunned. It took several seconds for Zhang Cuilan to react and squat down to pick up the tape recorder.

"Weimin, this..."

The tape recorder was newly bought by Li Weimin. It cost a few hundred yuan in less than a week, which was equivalent to a worker's annual salary at that time.

The boy was a little distressed, but seeing his sister-in-law's annoyed and nervous appearance, he said with a smile.

"It's okay, sister-in-law, the big deal is to let my elder brother accompany me, anyway, he has money."

Li Weimin just made a casual joke, but Zhang Cuilan took it seriously and nodded immediately, "Okay, I'll ask Weizheng to buy you another one when we get back."

"Come in, sister-in-law, I'm teasing you."

Li Weimin walked to the study table with the enamel basin in his arms, put the basin on the table and lifted the lid. Zhang Cuilan was very careful, and put a spoon directly when bringing the supper.

"Sister-in-law, find a place to sit by yourself." At this time, Li Weimin only had eyes on the rice balls in front of him, picked up a spoon and took one into his mouth.

Holding the broken tape recorder, Zhang Cuilan looked left and right. Apart from a study desk and chair, there was only a bed in the room.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Cuilan took the tape recorder and sat down on the bed. She didn't know whether it was a guilty conscience or something, but she always felt that the bed board under her buttocks seemed to have thorns, and she couldn't sit comfortably.

Li Weimin praised the rice balls while eating them, "Sister-in-law, your cooking skills are really good, much better than those made by the cook at home."

Zhang Cuilan smiled, "You can eat more if it's delicious, and my sister-in-law will bring it to you every night from now on."

"The relationship is good, thank you sister-in-law!"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Zhang Cuilan's buttocks were only on one side. Looking at the young man who was buried in his food, his heart went back and forth a few times.

in case……

She pretended to be sleepy and fell asleep leaning against the head of the bed. Will my uncle treat her...

bah bah bah!
As soon as she thought about it, Zhang Cuilan despised herself countless times.

He is his brother-in-law, he is still in school at 21, although he is only two years older than him, he is his sister-in-law after all.

It is said that the eldest sister-in-law is like a mother, brother, if the two of them... wouldn't it be incest?
Zhang Cuilan jumped up from the bed suddenly, hugging the palm-sized tape recorder, "My... Weimin, take your time, it's getting late, I'll go back first."

"Sister-in-law, what's the rush, sit down for a while, it's only past eight o'clock!" Li Weimin said vaguely with a ball in his mouth.

"No, your elder brother is still waiting for me." Zhang Cuilan felt even more guilty when the uncle politely kept the guest, and walked quickly to the door of the bedroom with the tape recorder in her arms.

Seeing the woman's eager footsteps, the boy teased with a smile.

"Why did I forget, brother is in a hurry to have a baby now!"

Zhang Cuilan escaped from the teenager's laughter, her heart beat faster, but her hand holding the tape recorder was cold.

When he walked down, his face was almost bloodless.

The servant waiting downstairs looked at her suspiciously, and said respectfully, "Madam, are you going back?"

If Zhang Cuilan didn't stay in Li Weimin's room for less than 10 minutes, the servants might have misunderstood her.

(End of this chapter)