The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 240 This woman, with that scar, I don't know who is warning me
Haimiler suddenly sat upright, put her hands flat on her knees, and said solemnly, "Uncle Chu, it's not a question of whether to ignore it, it's a fact, and life is better now, how many people eat and drink themselves My body was eaten up..."

"Stop!" Chu Silu raised his hand to interrupt Haimiler's serious lecture. This girl is definitely not Liang Koala. His koala came here as happy as she could, secretly smoking his cigars and drinking his red wine. , often lying on the sofa drunk and unconscious, how can I care about health issues.

"What's wrong? Did I say the wrong thing?" Hai Mier blinked her eyes in confusion, her eyes were clear, not like Liang Kaola's cunning from time to time.

"No," Chu Silu also sat up straight and said solemnly, "but these words are not suitable for a child to say."

"oh, I see."

Chu Silu had already got up while Haimil was thinking, came over with a red wine bottle and a goblet, and sat down beside Haimil, "Do you want to give it a try?"

Haimil shook his head, with a look of disgust, "No."

"Try it, it's a disadvantage if you don't know how to drink in the entertainment industry." Chu Silu continued to persuade Haimiler as he handed the goblet to him.

"Really?" Haimiler asked suspiciously, glancing at the red liquid in front of her.

"certainly,"

Taking back the goblet, Chu Silu's brows and eyes were stained with smiles, he brought the goblet to his lips and took a sip, Haimiler watched helplessly as the red alluring liquid slowly flowed into the man. mouth, obviously want to try it, but it is difficult to speak.

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Back at the villa, Mo Zhiqian couldn't sleep no matter what.

Just after taking a bath, the body wrapped in a bathrobe is still shrouded in moisture, and the broken hair hanging on the forehead is also stained with moisture.

I went to the wine cabinet to get the red wine, and returned to the sofa, leaning on the sofa alone, sipping red wine to pass the time.

The image of taking Zeng Li to bandage his wrist is still lingering.

That woman was really stubborn. It was painful when the ointment was applied, but she just frowned and said, "It doesn't hurt."

How can it not hurt?
Such a big scar, oval, as big as a bean, this woman!
Taking a sip of the red wine, Mo Zhiqian sighed in his heart.

It hurts to think of the scar on such a fair wrist.

And her forehead, that shallow scar...

Hey, this woman, with that scar, she doesn't know whether she is alerting herself or him.

No, he must get rid of her scars, and she can't let her think of him as bad when she sees the scars.

Putting down the goblet, Mo Zhiqian grabbed the phone and found out the number Zeng Li secretly called him with her phone when he was drunk, and dialed it without any hesitation.

...

Zeng Li suffered from insomnia again, it was already past midnight, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He just took a shower, his long hair was dripping from time to time, he was wrapped in a hotel bathrobe, his elbows rested on the railing of the viewing platform, and he held a wine glass in one hand, looking at the few people on the street. Vehicles, to pass the time.

In just a few minutes, she had already drank most of a glass of red wine. Because she drank it in a hurry, her face was a little hot, but her heart was clearer.

The phone on the bed sheet rang, and Zeng Li turned his head back, looking at the flickering screen, but didn't rush to answer it.

Raising his swan neck, he drank another sip of red wine before walking towards the big bed. Seeing the familiar number on the touch screen, Zeng Li hesitated whether to answer it or not.

(End of this chapter)