The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 1403 As far as the eye can see, it will last forever: block it with your hands

At eight o'clock in the evening, in this winter season, when most people had already tucked into bed, Zhang Cuilan was wearing a coat and carrying an enamel basin in the courtyard of the Li family.

The plaster cast on the left arm has been removed. I was worried that the bones would be misplaced again, so the arm was wrapped in a red cloth and hung around the neck to stabilize it.

The night in late autumn is very cool, even if there is no wind, there is a biting chill in the air.

But no matter how cool the autumn is, it can't compare with the coldness in my heart.

After returning from dinner, Li Weizheng said, give her three days, and if she can't get rid of uncle Li Weimin within three days, either send her back to her natal home, or go outside to find a man.

When her mother came to visit her, her attitude was clear. If Li Weizheng filed for divorce, let alone whether she would find someone else in the future, I am afraid that her parents would not allow her to enter the house.

She has no fixed job, and if she has no place to live, one can imagine what awaits her.

Holding the enamel basin, Zhang Cuilan unknowingly came to the door of Li Weimin's small courtyard. Zhang Cuilan looked up and saw that the light in Li Weimin's room upstairs was on, and he was still awake at this time.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Cuilan stepped into the small courtyard and walked to the door through the path paved with jade slabs.

Although the entire courtyard belonged to the Li family, it was everyone's habit to sleep through the door. Zhang Cuilan slammed on the door when she didn't come to open the door.

The servant's voice came from inside, "Come here, come here,"

Seeing Zhang Cuilan standing in front of the door, the servant called out respectfully, "Ma'am." Zhang Cuilan rolled her lips and asked, "Where's Weimin?"

"Go back to madam, the second young master is upstairs in the room, I'll take you there."

"No need, I'll just go up by myself." Zhang Cuilan walked towards the stairs holding the enamel basin.

When I came here, I felt uneasy all the way, but when I arrived at Li Weimin's residence, Zhang Cuilan felt more at ease.

If the husband Li Wei is just a piece of warm jade, the warmth is only on the surface of him. Once he has it, he will find that this warm jade is actually cold in the heart.

And uncle is like a warm spring water, the trickle has already moistened the atrium unconsciously.

Having been to Li Weimin's room, Zhang Cuilan came directly to his door after stepping up to the second floor, knocked lightly on the door, opened the door and walked in without waiting for a response from inside.

Li Weimin had already got into bed, and the boy was wearing blue pajamas and was leaning against the bed with his eyes closed, with a pure white quilt on his waist, holding the tape recorder in his hand.

Hearing someone push open the door, Li Weimin suddenly turned around, and when he saw Zhang Cuilan, the boy's eyes flashed with panic.

Seeing her uncle's reaction, Zhang Cuilan walked in with a smile.

"Weimin, I made you rice balls."

Seeing Zhang Cuilan put the enamel basin on the cabinet in front of the bed, the boy panicked immediately, took off his earplugs in a hurry, looked at the basin for supper and said in panic, "Sister-in-law... I'm not hungry... Take it back and leave it to brother ..."

Before Li Weimin finished speaking, Zhang Cuilan blocked his mouth, raised his hand, and put it directly on his lips.

The warm and soft touch fell on his lips, Li Weimin immediately forgot to react, pinched the earplugs on his slender fingers, and looked at Zhang Cuilan in a daze.

A faint fragrance penetrated into the nostrils, Zhang Cuilan deliberately touched the balm, the best hand cream at that time, it was not only smooth on the back of the hand, but also very fragrant.

The corners of her lips curled into a nice curve, Zhang Cuilan said, "Weizheng doesn't like to eat."

"Sister-in-law..." Zhang Cuilan's mouth was blocked, and the boy's voice was hoarse.

(End of this chapter)