The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 50
, Zeng Li wandered outside for a long time before going back.

Walking into the hall of the villa, with a dazed expression, he turned a blind eye to the two people inside and walked straight to the stairs.

"Miss in-law is back," Aunt Liu just came out of the kitchen, and asked with a smile while rolling up her apron to wipe her hands, "Have you had lunch yet? I'll heat it up for you now."

"No need," Zeng Li glanced at Aunt Liu indifferently, held on to the handrail of the stairs and continued to walk upstairs. After stepping on the first floor, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Aunt Liu, "Aunt Liu, the red wine in my room Finished."

Aunt Liu turned her head to look at the silent hostess on the sofa, staring at Zeng Li's figure, seeing that he didn't object, she nodded with a smile.

"Miss in-law, I'll send it up for you right now."

"Thank you." Throwing down two words numbly, Zeng Li walked upstairs while holding on to the handrail.

"My sister is a little strange." Zeng Huiyun looked away, muttered to herself, and then looked at Mo Zhiqian.

"Zhiqian, go over and have a look..."

"No." Zeng Huiyun was interrupted by Mo Zhiqian before she finished speaking, she reached out and picked up the teacup in front of her, brought it to her lips, and took a sip with a cold expression.

Zeng Huiyun pursed her lips and said nothing.

Mo Zhiqian has always had this kind of stern personality, but when they were together before, he really rarely treated her like this.

Walking into his room, Zeng Li leaned against the door panel and slowly slid to the floor as if his whole body had lost all strength.

Sitting on the floor with the cold door behind him, Zeng Li chuckled softly.

Laughed and laughed, and shed tears.

Yixiang has a woman he likes, he has a woman he likes...

Zeng Li repeated this sentence over and over again, she had always hoped that Lei Yixiang would forget about herself and find a good woman, but when Lei Yixiang really had someone he loved, Zeng Li's heart ached so much .

Holding the suit tightly with one hand, the velvet sportswear was wrinkled into one piece.

"Miss In-Law, the red wine is brought to you." The door of the room next to her rang softly twice, and it was Aunt Liu who brought the red wine.

Zeng Li hurriedly wiped off the water marks on his face, and after he calmed down a bit, he stood up on the floor, opened the door, took a side of red wine from Aunt Liu, bent his lips, and said.

"Thank you."

Then he closed the door.

Aunt Liu was shut outside the door, she raised her hand and wanted to knock on the door again, to say something comforting.

When the lady in law is in a bad mood, she likes to drink away her sorrows. Once when she came up to get something, she bumped into the lady in law who was drunk and unconscious.

But after thinking about it, Aunt Liu sighed and chose to turn around and leave.

The husband is at home, so it's not her nanny's turn to worry about such matters.

It's better to let the husband see his in-laws and the daughter-in-law drink away their sorrows, so as not to embarrass them again.

Putting the red wine on the small round table, Zeng Li changed from his sports suit to comfortable wide-leg pants and a turtleneck sweater.

I am engaged in art itself, and even my daily life is full of literary and artistic atmosphere.

For example, home clothes.

Others choose soft cotton for leisure sports, but even at home, Zeng Li still pays attention to his own image.

A pair of beige wide-leg pants, paired with a turtleneck sweater of the same color, and a dark shawl, the ponytail was also put down, and the bangs covering the forehead were also pinned behind the ears.

Opening the red wine, Zeng Li walked towards the viewing platform outside the French windows with the wine bottle in one hand and the goblet in the other.

The marble countertop, just reaching the waist, is supported by original stone pillars.

Although early spring has passed, the weather is still very cold.

Zeng Li didn't care about these things, he sat on the marble counter, poured himself a glass of red wine, and drank it by himself while looking at the scenery outside.

(End of this chapter)