The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 1388 As far as the eye can see, it will last forever: it's done?

Coming out of Li Weimin's residence, Zhang Cuilan's palms were cold.

Looking at the front, I was only nervous about what happened just now, and accidentally stumbled, like falling in front of me.

The asphalt road was paved in the Li family's compound. Zhang Cuilan fell badly, her knee directly touched the asphalt road, and her left palm was scratched.

But she didn't feel any pain at all, she got up quickly, and trotted towards her own residence, as if she was escaping from something.

In the room, Li Wei was standing in front of the window, facing the direction of his younger brother Li Weimin's residence.

The two brothers lived not far away, less than a hundred meters away. Weeping willows were planted on both sides of the road, and the drooping branches kept shaking with the autumn wind in the night.

Li Wei was taking a puff of a cigarette, his slightly squinted phoenix eyes looked blurred, half an hour had passed, and his wife Zhang Cuilan hadn't come back yet, so it must have been...

Just as Li Wei was thinking this way, a stumbling figure appeared in sight.

Under the dim streetlights, Zhang Cuilan seemed to be being chased by something, she stumbled and ran over, fell to the ground after running a few meters, then quickly got up and continued to run forward.

Seeing Zhang Cuilan's panic-stricken appearance, Li Weizheng's slightly squinted phoenix eyes tightened, and the cigarette between his fingers changed its shape.

Seeing Zhang Cuilan running into the yard, Li Wei was busy snuffing out the cigarette, turned around and walked quickly to the door of the room.

The sound of pedaling sounded outside the door. It was the sound of Zhang Cuilan running up the stairs. She ran up to the second floor, and as soon as she turned a corner, Zhang Cuilan crashed into Li Weizheng's chest.

Li Weizheng tightly held Zhang Cuilan's wrist with his thin fingers, and asked with a serious face.

"It's done?"

……

Facing Li Weizheng's cold and eager phoenix eyes, Zhang Cuilan subconsciously shook her head.

The man's phoenix eyes tightened, and then a clear sound came out.

Video Wei is wrapping his wife's slap, and after wrapping, his thin fingers are tightly curled up.

Zhang Cuilan covered half of her face that was beaten, and Li Weizheng turned ruthlessly in the eyes of aggrieved and astonished eyes.

"I'll give you another chance. If you can't do it tomorrow, follow me to the hotel!"

Li Weizheng's attitude was firm and ruthless, and he slapped his wife, which made his heart hurt more than her.

He can't be soft-hearted, because the consequences of being soft-hearted are not something he can bear.

The second uncle's family has been coveting the position of Patriarch, and if they knew that he had a hidden disease, they would definitely take this opportunity to take it away.

The two families have been at odds for many years, and now he is still the head of the Li family, and the second uncle's family no longer takes him seriously. If they take away the position of the head of the house, then not only I will suffer, but also my parents and siblings.

In order to protect his family, he cannot and must not soften his heart.

It was the sound of Li Weizheng slamming the door of the room, like a thunderbolt, and it landed on Zhang Cuilan's heart.

Covering half of her face, Zhang Cuilan took a step back in heartache. Her husband not only forced her, but also beat her...

Shaking her head non-stop, the vision in her eyes that had already been covered with eye ointment became more blurred, tears spread all over her face, Zhang Cuilan kept backing away, and there was an exclamation in the silent small western-style building...

Zhang Cuilan was hospitalized, and her injuries were neither serious nor clear. She fell down the stairs on the second floor and suffered several wounds on her body and head, but luckily only injured her left arm.

In the ward of the hospital, a woman in hospital gown was leaning on the hospital bed, with her left arm in plaster hanging on her chest.

(End of this chapter)