The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 122

Boss Tang left surrounded by four bodyguards, and Zeng Li put away the gold card.

This is your own tip and you don't have to pay it.

It was still early, so I turned around and leaned on the railing, continuing to enjoy the scenery.

Integrity Fashion Week, the joints in Paris, people of all colors come in an endless stream, of course, yellow-skinned Asians are the most prominent.

Domestic people are really stupid and have a lot of money, flying all the way here just for a "handmade" piece!
In fact, in the era of grandma’s grandma, there was no machine processing at all, and everything was “handmade” for food and clothing!
Tired from standing for a long time, Zeng Li turned around and prepared to leave.

A gust of wind blew up, disturbing the big hanging waves and blocking the sight.

Zeng Li raised his hand, turned his head and cut his long hair, just one by one
He crashed directly into the arms of a man passing by in a hurry.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Zeng Li hurriedly apologized, because he was on the streets of Paris, subconsciously speaking French.

Xue Jingrui lowered his eyes, and supported the shoulder of the woman who bumped into his chest with both hands. When the familiar and changed face came into view, Xue Jingrui was taken aback for a moment, and then frowned.

"Zeng Li?"

"Ah?" Zeng Li instinctively agreed, and when he saw Xue Jingrui in front of him, he bent his lips, "It's me."

"You're not dead?" Xue Jingrui frowned even tighter, but Zeng Li tilted his head playfully, "Someone said I'm dead?" It must be that man.

"Oh, Mei, no." When Xue Jingrui said this, he looked around with perfunctory eyes and pushed Zeng Li back, "I'm sorry, I still have something to do!"

"No see!" Zeng Li said in French, Xue Jingrui was taken aback, he thought Zeng Li was saying goodbye because he was not fluent in French, he turned his head and waved perfunctorily, and imitated Zeng Li and said "see you" in French!
Seeing the back of Xue Jingrui leaving in a hurry, Zeng Li raised his eyebrows, he and Liang Tingting must have been married three years ago.

Zeng Li felt that he could be a fortune teller, and he could see whoever he wanted.

Walking on the streets of Paris with a small backpack, you don’t have to worry about getting lost in a familiar city, so you don’t need to take a car to go anywhere.

Walking along the Qingshi road, not far away, a familiar figure came into sight.

Zeng Li stopped in his tracks and watched the man and woman holding hands and approaching him unknowingly, his wide-open eyes didn't know whether it was surprise or... panic.

"Liang Tingting?" Zeng Li called out in alarm when Liang Tingting was only five meters away from him.

If it were her three years ago, when she met Liang Tingting, she would definitely turn around and leave without seeing her.

But today, she is no longer the aloof and lofty Zeng Li who takes art as her life, she is now, she can sell her looks in order to survive.

On the streets of a foreign country, when she heard someone calling her name, still in her mother tongue, Liang Tingting stopped talking to the handsome blond guy immediately, looked up, looked at the woolen guy standing within five meters of her, was startled, then let go of the handsome guy The hand flew over.

"Zeng Li..." Liang Tingting threw herself into Zeng Li's arms, and Zeng Li opened his arms to catch her.

"Are you okay? Why are you here? How are you doing now? Do you know that when I flew back from abroad, you were already discharged from the hospital. I have been looking for you for a long time..." After the hug, Liang Tingting was a series of words question.

Zeng Li knew that although he didn't have a deep personal relationship with her, Liang Tingting was a friend worthy of deep friendship.

(End of this chapter)