The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 576 Sweet Extra Story ([-])

After chatting with Zeng Li for a few more words, Zhang Shuqin covered the microphone and turned to ask for Li Zhengguo's opinion, "Dad, Xiao Li wants to give you New Year's greetings..."

"No need!" Li Zhengguo replied bluntly, obviously waiting wholeheartedly, but refused to admit it.

Zhang Shuqin smiled slyly, "Oh, well, I'll tell Xiao Li that you're already asleep."

Just as Zhang Shuqin finished speaking, Li Zhengguo turned around, "Here, I want to hear what she has to say!"

Zhang Shuqin took the phone over, and Li Zhengguo snatched it away, put the phone to his ear, and said displeasedly, "Say something quickly, I'm going to rest."

Facing such a stubborn old man, Zeng Li wrinkled his nose in disgust, but softened his voice when he spoke.

"Grandpa, I'm Xiaoli... I wish you a happy new year, good luck, and a long life..."

"Well, is there anything else? I'll hang up!" Li Zhengguo said, but Zhang Shuqin could tell that the old man's brows and eyes softened a lot.

Handing the phone to Zhang Shuqin again, Li Zhengguo got up and complained before going back to the room, "Now the shows are getting worse and worse. They all look like Peking Opera singers, and they don't even have the strength to jump and dance!"

Looking at the stubborn back of the old man, Zhang Shuqin shook her head helplessly.

In T City, I paid New Year greetings to my grandfather. Zeng Li put his mobile phone on the bedside cabinet and slid it into Mo Zhiqian's arms. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Mo Zhiqian, do you guys always say things that are not what you mean?"

Grandpa was obviously waiting for her to pay New Year's greetings, but he pretended to be impatient.

Mo Zhiqian pulled her into his arms and closed his eyes, "I'm not, I just didn't like expressing myself before, if you like, I'll tell you love words every day from now on."

Pressing his face tightly against Mo Zhiqian's chest, Zeng Li raised the corners of his lips, "Okay."

During the Spring Festival, when visiting relatives and friends, Zeng Li and Mo Zhiqian stayed at home.

Early in the morning, Zeng Li received several text messages on her mobile phone, all of which were New Year's greetings, which made her very happy who had almost no friends.

Xue Jingrui and his wife wished her a happy new year, good luck, and an early baby. Li Jianhao also sent a message with roughly the same blessing. Han Xiaoru also sent a message, but there were only eight words, happy new year and all the best...

I heard Mo Zhiqian mentioned that he and Li Jianhao had a quarrel, it seemed that it was because of their different backgrounds, Li Jianhao's mother did not agree with the relationship between the two, and he had such an experience, so Zeng Li sympathized with the two of them, but the sympathy belongs to him. Sympathy, but she couldn't help.

Chu Silu and Liang Kaola were still abroad. Mo Zhiqian and Chu Silu talked on the phone. Liang Kaola was still being treated. He heard that the car accident caused serious injuries. Not only did the baby abort, but his face was also disfigured.

In the past, the brothers would get together every day during holidays, but now they can't get together because of each other's family affairs.

On the third day of junior high school, Zeng Li suggested asking Mo Zhiqian to call Zeng Huiyun, because this day was Zeng Huiyun's birthday, and he still remembered that during the Spring Festival three years ago, flowers and balloons were arranged in the villa, and Zeng Huiyun, who was sitting in a wheelchair, dressed up Like a princess, wishing on a candle...

Mo Zhiqian hesitated for a moment, and still called Zeng Huiyun, but Zeng Huiyun didn't answer until he hung up the phone.

On the street in a certain city on the other side of the ocean, Zeng Huiyun looked at the flashing number on the phone, and suppressed the desire to pick it up immediately, until the touch screen of the phone gradually dimmed, and a tear fell on the touch screen with the corner of her lips bent superior.

A friend I met in this city posted her illness on INS, and has already found a donor, a patient who is about to die in a car accident, and the family promised to donate her heart once she is critically ill...

Zeng Huiyun didn't know if the operation would be successful or not, but she arranged everything for herself and charged tens of thousands of yuan to her mobile phone. In this way, no matter how many years have passed, as long as Mo Zhiqian calls, the mobile phone will be connected. He will think that he is still alive, so that he will not grieve.

(End of this chapter)