The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 20 Xiao Li, If You Feel Hard, Just Leave

Zeng Li carried his satchel and went straight to the stairs, "Mom, I'm going back to my room first."

"Okay, go and have a rest, mom will call you when the meal is finished."

Ou Yalan smiled and agreed, she seemed to be more tolerant of Zeng Li, the eldest daughter, than her own younger daughter.

Ou Yalan made a pot of tea himself, put it on the coffee table, and said while pouring tea into the cup.

"Zhiqian, drink some tea first, and your uncle Zeng will come down to chat with you after the video conference is over."

Ou Yalan can see Mo Zhiqian's excellence, but he has never been very satisfied with his relationship with his parents-in-law.

I don't know if it's because he has such a dull temperament or because he has no father and no mother. Although he married his daughter, he is not close to his parents-in-law at all. He has been married for almost a year, and he still calls them uncle and aunt, which makes people listen Feel uncomfortable.

"Thank you."

Mo Zhiqian nodded slightly, and hooked his thin lips.

Ou Yalan put down the teapot and got up, "Huiyun, you can chat with Zhiqian for a while, I'll go upstairs to have a look."

Zeng Huiyun replied, "Okay, mom, go get busy." Ou Yalan was already walking towards the stairs.

Returning to his room and closing the door, Zeng Li leaned against the door and closed his eyes, tiredness appeared on his pale face.

For nearly a year, she was kept at home by Mo Zhiqian. Although she didn't have to work, and her freedom of going in and out was not restricted, she still felt very tired.

He breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, and was about to go to bed to rest for a while, when there was a knock on the door behind him.

"Xiao Li, mom is coming in."

Zeng Li turned around and opened the door. His mother Ou Yalan was standing in front of her, holding a tray in her hand.

"Mom..." All the exhaustion and grievances in his heart could no longer be hidden in front of his mother. Zeng Li hooked his mother's neck with one hand, buried his face in her mother's shoulder, and closed his eyes tiredly.

At this moment, she just wanted to find a shoulder to lean on.

Ou Yalan sighed, patted her daughter's back with one hand, and said distressedly, "Mom knows, you have been wronged."

In a word, it is the helplessness of being a mother.

"Mmm," the muffled voice came from Ou Yalan's shoulder, Zeng Li would only reveal her most vulnerable side in front of her mother.

"Ugh,"

Ou Yalan sighed again, and raised her hand to gently stroke her daughter's long hair, "Xiao Li, if you find it hard, just leave."

Although leaving might anger the man and bring danger to the family, Ou Yalan didn't want her daughter to suffer.

Zeng Li raised his head, slightly curved his bloodless lips, and said pretending to be displeased.

"Mom, I have been wandering outside for more than ten years, and you are still willing to drive me away."

"I don't want to give up, how can I give up." Ou Yalan said, how could she not understand her daughter's thoughts, if possible, who would like to be tied by a man who regards him as an enemy.

Although they all understand these principles, they are powerless.

Zeng Li took his mother's arm, and the mother and daughter walked into the bedroom together.

"Xiao Li, curettage hurts your body. Usually, you should pay more attention to yourself. If you have nothing to do, you should lie on the bed and move less. After all, it's confinement. Look at you, you don't know how to wear more on a windy day."

Ou Yalan put the tray in his hand on the small round table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and couldn't help scolding.

"Understood, Mom." Zeng Li smiled and wrapped his mother's neck.

"Okay, I'm quite big, and I'm still acting like a baby, and I'm not afraid of being laughed at." Although Ou Yalan said this, there was a loving expression on his face.

"Mom boiled jujube soup for you, drink it while it's hot, and replenish your blood."

"Thank you mom." Zeng Li smiled and kissed his mother on the face.

"This child." Ou Yalan shook his head helplessly.

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