The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 145 Watching her sit on the terrace and drink, it becomes a habit (2000+)

The bartender had already placed a new glass of cocktail on the bar. Zeng Li held a cigarette in one hand and held on to the wine glass in the other. He took a puff of the cigarette, and then slowly exhaled it. His slightly squinted eyes looked at the exhaled smoke, and his eyes were blurred.

"You... smoke?" Mo Zhiqian asked, slightly frowning his handsome eyebrows.

In the past, when she was imprisoned by her side, no matter how desperate she was, she would just drink away her sorrows, and she had never seen such a bad habit.

"Yeah," took another puff of the cigarette, and slowly exhaled the smoke. Zeng Li looked indifferent, and when he was bored, he smoked a cigarette to pass the time.

While talking, Zeng Li took another sip of his cocktail, his lips were slightly curved and his chin was slightly raised, under the haze of flashing lights, the woman who was smoking in one hand and drinking in the other was very charming.

She has big brown wavy hair with exotic beauty, especially her European-American style eyes, which are slightly sunken in the eye sockets, and the eyelashes are long and curly, very beautiful.

It was the first time for Mo Zhiqian to look at her so carefully, he turned to face her, holding the wine glass in both hands, his handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, and Hei Yao's eyes were a little dazed.

Putting down the cocktail, Zeng Li casually picked up the big brown waves, and it was only then that Mo Zhiqian noticed that on her forehead...the scar was obvious.

It's him……

He lowered his gaze, licked his lips, and raised his eyes again when Mo Zhiqian looked at Zeng Li, hesitating to speak.

"Here..." Pointing to his forehead with clear knuckles, "Why didn't it go down?"

She said that foreign technology is advanced, and there are no scars on the body. Why didn't they remove the most obvious ones?
Zeng Li turned his eyes to look over, saw Mo Zhiqian's movement and realized instantly, raised his hand, and lightly touched the scar on his forehead with his slender fingers, turned his eyes to look forward again, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"This, I don't want to do it."

"Why?" Mo Zhiqian subconsciously opened his mouth, and saw Zeng Li curl his lips again, "I want to keep it as a souvenir, and always remind myself not to make mistakes again, otherwise this will be the consequence that I will bear."

Mo Zhiqian...

He lowered his gaze again, turning the wine glass in his hands with both hands, and his voice was slightly lowered.

"sorry."

This was the first time Mo Zhiqian apologized to Zeng Li.

"What?" Zeng Li froze when he wanted to smoke, and the light in his eyes showed surprise.

"I mean……"

Mo Zhiqian raised his eyes, looked at her with a serious expression, "Three years ago...I shouldn't have treated you like that."

Zeng Li smiled, his plump lips curled up in a big curve, which was very attractive, he turned his head back, put his elbows on the bar, took a breath of cigarette with his chin propped up, and said in a flat tone, "I said, I will , we owe nothing to each other."

"But I hurt you." Mo Zhiqian said immediately.

"That's the punishment I deserve." Zeng Li smoked the cigarette again, the corners of his lips no longer curved, and his expression fell into a trance, as if he was recalling the unhappy past, but also seemed to be feeling emotional.

Lowering his gaze, he took a sip of the red wine silently, and Mo Zhiqian felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Once, he hated her so much that he wished he could torture her to death little by little.

However, after she left, she suddenly discovered that it had become a habit to drive back from get off work every day and look at the figure drinking alone on the cushions on the terrace.

While I was thinking, I heard Zeng Li ask.

"Is Huiyun okay?"

Although it is said that the two have never owed each other since then, it has always been an indelible pain in Zeng Li's heart that caused her sister to be unable to walk and be a complete woman. To Zeng Huiyun, she feels guilty. She is wrong.

Mo Zhiqian raised his eyes and glanced at her, then lowered his eyes again, unconsciously turning the wine glass with both hands, "Huiyun...she has returned to her mother's house."

"Oh," Zeng Li replied lightly, without any fluctuations because Zeng Huiyun returned to her natal home.

Mo Zhiqian added another sentence.

"After you left...she went back."

Only then did Zeng Li turn his gaze, "Why?"

When Mo Zhiqian said to go back to her mother's house just now, she thought she was going home to stay for a few days.

"I... travel a lot, so I don't have much time to take care of her..." When he said this, Mo Zhiqian's eyes dodged a little.

Zeng Li just glanced at him lightly, without asking any further questions.

He turned around again and continued to smoke the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand.

She was not interested in inquiring about the matter between him and Zeng Huiyun.

Seeing that Zeng Li stopped talking, Mo Zhiqian put the red wine to his lips and took a sip, "Why didn't Mr. Tang come back with you?"

When I went to Z City to discuss cooperation, I could see that the relationship between her and Tang Jianjun was very...close.

When Tang Jianjun was mentioned, Zeng Li sipped his cocktail and laughed, "It's just a joke, if you get tired of it, let's leave."

In one sentence, the relationship between her and Tang Jianjun is summarized as "playing on the spot" for money.

Hearing what Zeng Li said, Mo Zhiqian spoke again, hesitating, "You...don't draw anymore?"

I heard that it is well-known in Paris and has held several solo exhibitions.

There was still a small piece of cigarette left in the middle, the bartender took the ashtray and pushed it over with a wink, and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, Zeng Li held the wine glass with one hand, raised it with the other, and turned up and down within the sight range Turned around, "Do you think I can still paint like this?"

Mo Zhiqian looked over, under the colorful spotlights hanging on the bar, Zeng Li's raised hand was trembling slightly, although it was very slight, it was still obvious.

"How did you do it?" Mo Zhiqian asked, Hei Yao's eyes were always staring at the slightly trembling hand, for a painter, he knew how important a pair of hands was.

Zeng Li chuckled, looked at the trembling hands and suddenly said, "Alcoholism is the sequelae left by it."

"Alcohol poisoning?" Mo Zhiqian frowned, "When did it happen?"

"Many years."

Zeng Li raised his face and looked up, "When I was imprisoned by you, I drank a lot of wine every day to relieve my worries...it's like this later on," Zeng Li stretched out his right hand again, looked at the slightly trembling palm, and continued explain.

"I checked in a foreign hospital and said it was alcohol poisoning. It should be like this for the rest of my life."

The sequelae left by taking too much alcohol, the doctor said, are difficult to cure.

"I'm sorry." Three words spit out from Mo Zhiqian's mouth again, Zeng Li turned his eyes to look at him, frowned slightly, and said after a long time, "I've said it, we owe nothing to each other."

It seems that she cares about each other's "neutrality", and mentioned it several times in one night.

"But your hand..." Holding the wine glass, Mo Zhiqian hesitated for the first time.

"I can't paint, so..."

Rely on old men to support themselves.

"It doesn't matter," Zeng Li bent his lips, his expression enlightened, "there is no unparalleled road, God closed the door in front of you, but also opened a window for you, I don't necessarily have to rely on painting to support myself. "

So rely on men to take care of it?
Mo Zhiqian almost blurted out this sentence.

Pursing his lips and lowering his eyes again, Mo Zhiqian seemed afraid to face Zeng Li all night.

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(End of this chapter)