The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 52 Zeng Li said, Mo Zhiqian, let's live well
, Zeng Li's action was also thrilling, which surprised the nannies below the viewing platform, but fortunately, Mo Zhiqian grabbed him with quick eyes and hands.

Everyone was terrified.

Mo Zhiqian's handsome face was even more gloomy. When he spoke, a voice without warmth rang out from Zeng Li's head, but he didn't push her away who flung herself into his arms.

"Next time you want to die, just click! Don't pretend to be a ghost!"

"I don't want to die, but I'm in a bad mood..." Zeng Li put his whole weight on Mo Zhiqian, tilted his head on his shoulder, and said vaguely.

Zeng Huiyun had already been pushed into the bedroom by Chun Ya, looked at the two who were still hugging each other, and turned her head to give orders.

"I still don't want to go over and help my sister to bed."

"Oh," Chun Ya responded, let go of the wheelchair and walked over, just as she stretched out her hand to Zeng Li, Mo Zhiqian glanced over coldly, although he didn't speak, but the meaning was obvious.

Chunya let go of her hands knowingly, and looked at Zeng Huiyun in embarrassment, "Madam."

Zeng Huiyun was slightly taken aback, but immediately recovered, and just about to speak with a smile, Mo Zhiqian looked at Chunya, his gloomy expression unchanged.

"Go back and do your own thing. What's so good about a drunkard going crazy."

"Yes, sir." Chunya answered with her head down, feeling aggrieved, obviously the wife asked her to help him to bed, but the husband said that she was watching the fun.

"Zhiqian..." Zeng Huiyun said with a smile, wanting to say that she would stay and take care of her sister, but Mo Zhiqian spoke up before she did.

"Be obedient and go back to your room. The smell of alcohol here is not good for your health."

Mo Zhiqian's voice softened a lot, and Zeng Huiyun couldn't hold on any longer, Chun Ya pushed her out of the room.

Only Zeng Li and Mo Zhiqian were left in the bedroom. Zeng Li was still hanging on Mo Zhiqian's body, with his head resting on Mo Zhiqian's shoulder, and his hands around his neck, but his body shook from time to time.

If it wasn't for Mo Zhiqian's support, he might have fallen to the floor long ago.

Mo Zhiqian glanced at the woman leaning on his shoulders, retracted the long arms around her waist, and led Zeng Li to the big bed together.

Zeng Li felt dizzy for a while, and then lay down on the bed in an indecent position.

But a pair of arms were still wrapped around Mo Zhiqian's neck, tightly, not letting go.

Mo Zhiqian looked down at the woman whose eyes were closed and raised her hand. Her big hand just covered her neck, and she wanted to untie her wrapped hands.

A murmur overflowed from the mouth of Zeng Li who was deeply drunk.

"Mo Zhiqian, don't torture me, let's have a good time..."

Mo Zhiqian's big palm froze, he supported Zeng Li's hand with his big palm, but he didn't move away, frowning, looking at the woman in front of him, complex emotions flashed in Hei Yao's eyes.

The arms wrapped around his neck tightened, forcing Mo Zhiqian to support his big palms on the bed so as not to press on Zeng Li's body.

At the same time, the two faces had to stick very close.

When it got closer, Zeng Li had already buried his face in his neck.

Then, Mo Zhiqian heard a weak sob, and then, another raving came from the pit of his neck.

"Let's have a baby... live a good life with Huiyun..."

Mo Zhiqian couldn't help clenching his big hands that were propping up on the bed, and his body froze.

He raised the back of one hand, trying to move his face buried in his neck, but heard another sob.

"OK……"

There was pain in the shoulder, which was bitten by a drunk woman, and it was still hot and humid. Mo Zhiqian lowered his eyes, and the shoulders of the light gray home clothes were already wet.

(End of this chapter)