The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 1
In early spring, the weather turns warm and cold.

In the gynecology department of the city hospital, during the lunch break, patients were rarely seen in the corridor.

In the medical station, several young nurses gathered together, chatting and chatting in low voices, while an older nurse was sitting at the table and writing the medical records.

Zeng Li sat alone on the plastic armchair in the rest area, holding his satchel tightly in front of him.

It's not that there are many precious items in it for fear of being snatched away, but,

The chill coming from her lower abdomen made her shiver uncontrollably, and subconsciously tightened the shawl on her shoulders.

The plastic armchair sitting under his buttocks was cold and lifeless, but it was not as cold as Zeng Li's heart at this moment.

　  There was a curve on her bloodless lips, which was her self-mockery.

For example, her heart has lost its temperature for a long time.

I felt a little dizzy, and there was no blood on my face.

Sitting alone in the corridor, alone.

He tightened the shawl around his body again, but still didn't feel any warmth.

Thoughts drifted away.

"Xiao Li, are you crazy? Do you know what it means if you get into the bride's wedding car!"

At that time, she was really mad, her father's displeased expression, her mother's slightly reproachful eyes, and the attitude of all relatives and friends watching the excitement...

She didn't care much, she had already done something wrong, and she couldn't let her family be called the laughing stock of the outside world.

When he mentioned the skirt corner of the bridesmaid's dress, Zeng Li resolutely sat in without thinking much...

But he didn't expect that from now on, he and Lei Yixiang would become the most familiar strangers.

"Yixiang..." Pale lips murmured unconsciously, covering her face with her hands, her helpless shoulder trembling slightly.

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(End of this chapter)