The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 38 Zeng Huiyun, you are a cripple, a burden

There was a flash of light in Zeng Huiyun's watery eyes, which was so fleeting that people couldn't catch it. Her pink lips raised a beautiful arc, and said to Mo Zhiqian.

"Just now I was talking about the banquet with my sister, you danced really well with my sister,"

Speaking of this, Zeng Huiyun lowered her eyes and looked at her legs covered with blankets, but her long eyelashes could not conceal the disappointment in her eyes, and the curve of her lips became bitter.

Whisper, murmur.

"I'm so envious of my sister, I can dance with you at the banquet,"

The room was silent, and gradually, there was a slight sobbing sound, Mo Zhiqian lowered his gaze, and saw a pair of crystal hanging on her eyelashes.

Jun Mei frowned, Mo Zhiqian knelt down, gently cupped Zeng Huiyun's small face with his big palm, and made her look at him with distressed eyes.

"Fool, if you want, you can dance with me in a wheelchair."

The soft and warm voice was like water, and Zeng Huiyun cried out.

He kept beating his unconscious legs with both hands and crying bitterly.

"What's the use of you, you can't walk, and you can't dance with Zhiqian... Zeng Huiyun, you are a cripple, a drag, what qualifications do you have to stay by Zhiqian's side, huh..."

"Hey, don't cry, you are not disabled, you are not a drag, no, never..."

Mo Zhiqian hugged Zeng Huiyun, who was crying bitterly, into his arms, the pain in his eyes was obvious, and his handsome eyebrows were also twisted into the word Chuan, which was his heartache.

Zeng Li silently got up from the sofa, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

The fingers holding on to the armrest trembled slightly, her bloodless lips were even paler, and her upward steps were so heavy.

Can't walk, can't dance...just a cripple, a drag...

The crying of sister Zeng Huiyun is like a bee hovering in the ears, flapping its wings non-stop, making the ears buzzing.

Zeng Li felt his eyes go dark, and his figure swayed. Fortunately, his fingers holding on to the handrail of the stairs held tightly so that he would not fall down.

Zeng Huiyun glanced at the heavy figure on the stairs through Mo Zhiqian's shoulder, an imperceptible arc appeared on the corner of her lips, and then threw herself into Mo Zhiqian's arms and continued to sob and cry.

Mo Zhiqian leaned against the bed, physically and mentally exhausted.

He glanced sideways at Zeng Huiyun, who was already asleep on her shoulder, and was still sobbing in her sleep.

Mo Zhiqian looked out of the window again, Hei Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, the emotions in the eyes were dark and unclear.

Turning his head, stretching out his arms, he gently placed the sleeping Zeng Huiyun on the pillow, Mo Zhiqian got up, a stern look flashed in Hei Yao's eyes, and strode out of the bedroom.

The moment the bedroom door closed, Zeng Huiyun who was "sleeping" on the bed opened her eyes, her lips curled up with a hint of satisfaction.

……

Zeng Li didn't know how he got back to his room, there were four flights of stairs, and he had to go up and down several times a day.

There is an elevator in the villa, but she just likes to climb stairs.

I feel like a canary imprisoned. Only when I walk up and down the stairs will I feel that I am free.

I have never felt tired before, but tonight, it seemed that I had exhausted all my strength before I reluctantly returned to my room.

After closing the door, Zeng Li leaned against the door panel, his body slowly slid down, his eyes stared blankly at the front, and the corners of his lips curled up in sorrow.

She is a sinner, a woman who has committed a heinous crime, preventing her own sister from being able to act, and preventing her from being a complete woman.

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