The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 273
When Fu Wendi opened the red wine, Zeng Li had already gone back to his room to change clothes.

He took off the dark black OL clothes at work, and when he returned to the living room, he wore a simple light gray sweater with loose wide-leg pants. On his shoulders, he wore a beige shawl. The hair is loose, and the big brown waves are very charming when it hangs on the shoulders.

Raising his eyes slightly to look at her, Fu Wendi was holding the wine bottle in one hand and the glass in the other, and was slowly pouring wine into it.

There was obvious surprise in those warm eyes.

Perhaps because he was engaged in art before, Zeng Li has elegance in his bones, not artificial, not hypocritical, and that elegant temperament seems to be born with him.

Sit down next to Fu Wendi, because there is only such a sofa in the living room of this apartment.

There is a distance between the two of them, a safe distance, but not too alienated.

Tightening the shawl, Zeng Li's lips were habitually raised when he opened his mouth and waited.

"Sorry, lazy man, this is the only one in the apartment, there is no food."

Fu Wendi had already poured two goblets with red wine, and when he handed them over, his handsome eyebrows raised slightly, and the bottom of his warm eyes was obviously teasing, "What? Didn't you eat enough just now?"

Zeng Li...

It was just a polite sentence, but Fu Wendi didn't expect to use it to tease her, she was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing it, the corners of her lips became more curved, and even the bottom of her European-style eyes were stained with a smile.

"Yes, in order to help you save money, I only ate three cents full!"

Zeng Li stretched out three fingers to Fu Wendi, the slender and white fingers were like jade.

Fu Wendi's eyes were attracted by it instinctively, and fell on it, and the drooping eyelashes covered the emotion of admiration inside.

"What was your previous occupation?"

After asking Zeng Li, without waiting for Zeng Li to answer, he looked up at her, and continued, "Don't tell me yet, let me guess,"

Facing the man's smiling phoenix eyes, Zeng Li smiled, "Okay, you guess."

If I remember correctly, she had already said that when he took his car to the airport.

Fu Wendi put down the goblet in his hand, stretched out his hand to grab Zeng Li's right hand with his slender fingers, and pulled it in front of him. Looking carefully, the curved thin lips and handsome face were soft.

"Are you an artist?"

Zeng Li...

Rolling her eyes secretly, she said it.

Fu Wendi's slender fingers lightly touched Zeng Li's palm, rubbed between them, and after exploring a bit, he raised his gaze, his warm eyes met Zeng Li's European-style eyes, and he said, "If you guessed right, you should A painter."

"How do you say it?" Zeng Li raised his eyebrows, and even his European-style eyes were wide open. Under the projection of the crystal lamp, the European-style eyes were more obvious, even the upturned nose and plump lips. The outlines are much more prominent.

"The index finger and middle finger of your right thumb." When Fu Wendi was speaking, his fingertips gently slid over the position he was talking about. "There is a thin callus, although it has faded a lot, but the traces left by writing for many years are hard to come by. All faded, and, "

Speaking of this, Fu Wendi let go of Zeng Li's right hand, grabbed her left hand again, raised it, and faced Zeng Li's gaze, saying, "If I'm not wrong, there should be cocoons here too,"

Fu Wendi's slender fingers covered Zeng Li's palm again, and when the warm fingertips touched the palm, when they slipped inadvertently, the itchy, numb feeling was very frightening.

But after the panic, the panic came. Zeng Li found that the man in front of him was too careful, even such a small trace could not escape his eyes, and he didn't know if the purpose of his intentional approach had been seen by him.

(End of this chapter)