The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 79 Don't Go, Xiao Li

Prosperity, as its name suggests, is luxuriously decorated without losing style.

It was still early, and it was still working time, and there were almost no customers in the bar, so when Zeng Li entered, he saw Lei Yixiang who was drunk and unconscious on the bar counter.

Even if it's just a back view, she still recognizes it at a glance.

A girl in a small dress stood beside Lei Yixiang, holding his arm with one hand, and stroking his back with the other, her small face was in front of Lei Yixiang, talking for some reason.

Zeng Li quickened his pace, because he came out in a hurry, he casually put on a windbreaker over his beige sweater, stepped on flat leather shoes, and looked a little dusty with the satchel on his shoulder.

However, it still couldn't erase the unique temperament in his bones.

"Yixiang, what's the matter with you?" Zeng Li quickly walked to Lei Yixiang's side, holding his arm, with an anxious expression on his face.

"You... are Zeng Li?" The girl in the dress looked him up and down, and asked uncertainly.

"Yes," Zeng Li answered eagerly, "What's wrong with Yixiang? How could he be drunk?"

"Hello, my name is Zha Xiaoou, and I am brother Yixiang's mannequin." Zha Xiaoou smiled and introduced himself to Zeng Li.

Hearing the word mannequin, Zeng Li looked carefully at the girl's face.

Xiumei frowned subconsciously, and her heart tightened accordingly.

The girl looked young, about twenty years old, her face was pink and tender, especially the smile on the corner of her lips, which was clean and pure, exactly the same as the oil painting that Lei Yixiang had auctioned at the art exhibition.

"Sister Zeng Li, can I call you that?" Although Zeng Li didn't respond, Cha Xiaoou didn't feel embarrassed, put down his little hand, and said to Zeng Li with a smile.

"Oh, yes." Zeng Li replied perfunctorily, lowering his eyes, his heart was already full of dust.

Both hands tightly held the strap of the backpack, if it wasn't for Lei Yixiang who was worried about getting drunk and unconscious, he might have run away long ago.

The portrait of the woman I love the most, no matter how high the price is, I will never sell it...

At the art exhibition, Lei Yixiang's words still rang in his ears.

I want to escape, but my feet seem to be stuck to the ground, I can't, and I don't want to give up.

"Sister Zeng Li, brother Yixiang was in a bad mood, and then asked me to drink with him, and then he became drunk like this," Zha Xiaoou was a little helpless, but his eyes fell on Lei Yixiang from time to time when he was telling the story , clean eyes, it is hard to hide his love for him.

"Oh, I'll help you call his family to come and pick him up." Zeng Li recovered his emotions when he raised his eyes again, the corners of his cold lips curled up a little, polite and alienated.

While talking, he had already lowered his head to pull the zipper of the backpack, and Cha Xiaoou grabbed his wrist.

"Sister Zeng Li!"

"What?" Zeng Li raised his eyes again, this time, the only arc at the corner of his lips was gone.

"Brother Yixiang has been thinking of your name, so..." Zha Xiaoou hesitated, begging with a revealing face.

"Can you take Brother Yixiang away?"

Seeing that Zeng Li's expression was strange, Zha Xiaoou quickly changed his words in a low voice.

"Or, you can accompany him for a while."

Looking at the girl's clear and sincere eyes, Zeng Li knew that she should not have anything to do with Lei Yixiang at all now.

The more reluctant to give up, the more painful each other will be.

Since long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain, then let's have a complete pain.

Lips were added, and just about to refuse, Lei Yixiang, who was drunk and unconscious on the bar, turned to one side, and grabbed Zeng Li's arm.

"Don't go, Xiao Li..." Even though he was drunk, Lei Yixiang could still feel the existence of Zeng Li's sister right away.

"Please, don't leave me..."
(End of this chapter)