The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 88 I want to go back to Paris, don't get in the way
Back home, Lei Yixiang hurried upstairs before he could say hello to his mother on the sofa.

"Yixiang, why did you come back? Where did you stay last night? What are you doing in such a hurry?" Mother Zhao Lan stood up on the sofa, turned her head and looked at her son's back with a puzzled expression.

"I'm in a hurry to catch the flight." Lei Yixiang left this sentence without looking back, and his figure had disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

"Catch the flight?" Zhao Lan repeated with a frown, and hurried up the stairs after reacting.

A nearly 60-year-old woman, although her figure is slightly swollen, her temperament is still there. Zhao Lan is wearing a purple cheongsam skirt and high-heeled shoes with small heels, so she can't walk as fast as her son.

So I asked anxiously in the back.

"Yixiang, where are you going? What flight are you catching?"

"Mom, I'm in a hurry. I'll tell you later."

Lei Yixiang walked into the room quickly, before closing the door, he went straight to the cabinet in front of the big bed, where passports and visas were kept.

Back to Paris, you don't need to bring too many items, just these two things are enough.

Holding his passport and visa, Lei Yixiang had just returned to the door when he bumped into his mother who was chasing up from downstairs.

Zhao Lan held the handle with one hand and supported the door frame with the other, blocking her son inside.

"Yixiang, tell mom, where are you going? With whom?"

A bad premonition grew in his heart, so Zhao Lan turned solemn.

"Mom, I'm going back to Paris, don't get in the way."

Lei Yixiang showed helplessness, his white shirt was wrinkled out of shape under his open windbreaker, and his short hair was also a little messy.

"I ask you, who are you with!" Zhao Lan stood in front of the door and refused to budge, her voice was stern, just like the expression on her face.

"Mom!" Lei Yixiang called out helplessly, his gentle and handsome face distorted in anxiety, "Can you stop blocking me, I'm in a hurry, if I can't catch the flight then..."

"That's it?" Zhao Lan interrupted her son, still standing in front of the door, refusing to budge.

"Just..." Looking at his mother's stern look, Lei Yixiang's words stuck in his throat, and he listened to Zhao Lan's stern questioning.

"Yixiang, you want to leave now without saying a word, where did you put Xiaoou!"

Mentioning Cha Xiaoou, Lei Yixiang's eyes flickered for a moment, then he lowered his head slightly, and his voice weakened accordingly.

"Where you put it is your business, not mine."

"Yixiang, how dare you say it's none of your business!" Seeing her son bowing his head guiltily, Zhao Lan's face became more serious.

"Look up at me!"

"Mom, what on earth do you want!" Lei Yixiang raised his eyes, looked at his mother helplessly, and made an appointment with Zeng Li to meet up at the hotel at home, but now his mother is standing in front of the door and refuses to budge, he can't use force push her away.

"I should be the one who should ask you what you think!" Zhao Lan suddenly raised her voice, staring at her son fiercely.

"Leave aside who you are going back to Paris with, just Xiaoou here, how do you want me to explain to her and her parents!"

"Do I have to explain to a mannequin where I'm going?" Lei Yixiang was impatient with his mother's aggressive words, and immediately said loudly impatiently.

"Mannequin?" Zhao Lan repeated with a sneer, and then her voice became more severe as her eyes froze.

"You know what Cha's intentions are, and you should know mine even more!"

"That's just your wishful thinking, it has nothing to do with me!"

"How dare you say it has nothing to do with you," Zhao Lan nodded and sneered, and then his voice was stern.

"It doesn't matter that she will be willing to be your model, it doesn't matter that she has been by your side for the past two months! What's the matter?" At this point, Zhao Lan eased his tone again, with a sneer on his face.

(End of this chapter)