The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 1386 As far as the eye can see, it will last forever: Let the three of them take turns serving you
"Either let these three men serve you in turn, or choose one of the two as I said before!" The man's voice was cold and determined, like Shura from hell, standing in front of Zhang Cuilan condescendingly.

Seeing such an unfamiliar Li Weizheng, Zhang Cuilan was so startled that she forgot to react.

With the cold and heartless phoenix eyes and the cold and heartless face, it took Zhang Cuilan a long time to find her voice.

Lie on the single bed, looked up at Li Weizheng, murmured with trembling lips, "I am your wife,"

The few words of powerlessness are her despair.

The woman's eyes were red, and her body was trembling, like a delicate flower under the storm, so pitiful.

Li Weizheng's eyebrows tightened slightly, suppressing the emotion in his heart, he turned around resolutely.

The back of the man's hands behind his back reveals determination, and Zhang Cuilan despairs because of those three warm words.

"let's start."

The wretched man was the first to walk over, his lips curled into a slanted arc.

"I'll come first, I'm fast!"

"No..." Desperate with a single word tearing apart, Zhang Cuilan rushed in front of Li Weizheng quickly, hugged him and knelt down slowly with strength from nowhere.

The woman's upturned face was covered with rain, she shook her head in panic and begged incoherently, "No, Weizheng, no, I promise you, I will find Weimin when I get back, please, don't treat me like this, please... ..."

At the end of the begging, Zhang Cuilan stepped into Li Weizheng's calf, crying uncontrollably.

Taking a deep breath, Li Weizheng's breathing was trembling. How could his beloved wife be willing to let other men take turns?

It was a last resort to hire three men to show off. If she didn't force her like this, she would keep running away.

He knew that it was cruel to force his wife to do that kind of thing, but if he didn't force it, what awaited him would be a more cruel result than this.

Looking down at the head buried on his calf, Li Weizheng's eyebrows tightened again and again.

On the way back, Zhang Cuilan kept ringing that sentence, either let these three men take turns serving you, or follow what I said before...

Zhang Cuilan couldn't accept the contrast between the gentle and considerate man in his impression suddenly turning into the Shura of hell.

Li Weizheng glanced over through the rearview mirror, and Zhang Cuilan was slumped in the passenger seat, looking devastated.

Looking forward again, Li Weizheng's face was covered with a heavy gloom that couldn't be resolved.

Li Weimin is his own younger brother, and only his lineage is the authentic and pure lineage of the main family of the Li family.

He knew that he would be sorry for his wife and younger brother, but what could he do?
The days to come are still long, and he can only compensate them materially.

In the evening, Zhang Cuilan came to Li Weimin's residence on time with an enamel basin. She walked into the hall and glanced at the servant who opened the door for her. first floor...

Li Wei was standing up from the sofa. The young man was holding a brand new tape recorder in his hand, with no earphones plugged in, and the most popular songs at that time were being sung in it.

... Sweet honey, you smile sweetly, like flowers bloom in spring, bloom in spring...

Seeing Zhang Cuilan coming in, Li Weimin stood up from the sofa with a smile, "Sister-in-law, be on time."

Zhang Cuilan forced a smile, without saying a word, walked over and put the enamel basin on the tea table, "Eat it while it's hot."

Li Weimin didn't pay attention at first, but when Zhang Cuilan came in front of him, he realized that Zhang Cuilan's eyes were red.

Li Weimin frowned subconsciously, forgetting the difference between men and women, and pointed his slender fingers towards Zhang Cuilan's face, "Sister-in-law, why are your eyes red? Are they troublesome eyes?"

(End of this chapter)