The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 1392 As far as the eye can see, it will last forever: a certain part of the chest was hit

After preaching, Li Weihua reluctantly followed his eldest brother Li Weizheng back, leaving Li Weimin alone in the ward to take care of Zhang Cuilan.

Sitting on the nursing chair next to the hospital bed, Li Weimin cut the peeled apple into orange segments.

The boy's slender fingers divided a piece and gave it to Zhang Cuilan, "Sister-in-law, eat a piece of apple."

Seeing the small piece pinched by the young man's finger, Zhang Cuilan pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment, took it with her uninjured hand, brought it to her lips and took a bite.

"Sister-in-law, isn't it delicious? But the red Fuji I bought after traveling a long way by car is much more delicious than your net bag of Guoguang!"

Li Weimin had a smug look on his face, like a child asking an adult for a reward.

Although he is only two years younger than Zhang Cuilan, the boy who has been studying is still a child who has not grown up.

Zhang Cuilan reluctantly pulled the corners of her lips, "It's delicious."

Only you know what you feel in your heart.

The net bag of Guoguang was sent by my mother-in-law, and there were a few oranges. Although in the era when some people were still worrying about hunger and fullness, buying fruit was already a luxury, but the bag brought by my uncle Li Weimin Fruit, there is simply no comparison.

Li Weimin didn't bring many fruits, only three kinds, a few big and round red Fuji, a bunch of yellow bananas, and a bunch of grapes, but they were rare at that time.

"That's it!" The boy's face was even more smug, and he raised his chin proudly, and handed another piece of apple to Zhang Cuilan, "Sister-in-law, eat another piece, and I'll wash the grapes for you."

Looking at the young man's smiling face, what Zhang Cuilan was thinking about was her husband Li Weizheng.

The two brothers look alike, and the younger uncle Li Weimin is a little more immature and bookish than the elder brother.

When she first got married, her husband Li Weizheng also had such a gentle appearance, with handsome eyebrows and fair skin, like a educated scholar, but now...

Zhang Cuilan lowered her eyes, obviously the Fuji apples were delicious, but she didn't enjoy eating them.

"Sister-in-law, look at you, how do you look like a kitten! You are such a big man, and you have been eating a piece of apple for so long. Hurry up and eat this piece. I will wash some grapes for you. Then go to the cafeteria for dinner."

The young man urged impatiently, but Zhang Cuilan knew in her heart that he cared about herself.

A certain part of the heart was hit hard, and the heart also swayed.

He put all the small piece of apple into his mouth, and took the piece that Li Weimin sent over.

Li Weimin put the remaining half of the apple in the fruit plate, took the grapes from the net bag and walked out the door. Looking at the boy's back, Zhang Cuilan tightly pursed her lips.

When Li Weimin came back after washing the grapes, there was another middle-aged woman in the ward. Although she had only seen her twice, Li Weimin recognized her.

He walked in with a smile and greeted the middle-aged woman politely.

"Hi aunt, when did you come here?"

"Cuilan is..."

Wang Haiyan looked puzzled at the young man who walked in, and felt familiar for a while, but couldn't remember where he saw it.

"Mom, he is Weizheng's younger brother."

"Oh, I remembered. When you married Weizheng, he was the best man. No wonder he looked so familiar. It turned out to be Weizheng's younger brother."

Wang Haiyan stood up, looked at Li Weimin and greeted with a smile, "You two brothers really look alike!"

Li Weimin smiled, put the freshly washed grapes into the fruit plate and handed them to Wang Haiyan.

"Auntie, eat it. I heard it was just picked this morning. It's very fresh."

Looking at the Kyoho grapes delivered to her, Wang Haiyan couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear.

"Cuilan, Weizheng is so kind to you. These grapes are precious. This bunch costs more than ten yuan!"

Zhang Cuilan reluctantly pulled the corner of her lower lip, with an unnatural expression on her face.

(End of this chapter)