The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 272 Don't Invite Me Up For A Drink?

Instead of choosing a western restaurant for dinner, Fu Wendi took Zeng Li to a Chinese restaurant.

I chose a seat by the window, and the two sat opposite each other.

After contacting Zeng Li for a few days, I discovered that Fu Wendi is a low-key man who doesn't like luxury.

In Fu Wendi's own words, sometimes in order to develop a new product, he spends days and nights without sleep, eating and living in the research institute. If he is a man who pays attention to luxury enjoyment, how can he put in so much hard work.

In fact, Zeng Li is the same. She pays attention to the quality of life, but not luxury, because high-quality life and luxury are two concepts at the root.

For example, when she was with Lei Yixiang, she would cook every meal carefully, but it wasn't necessarily expensive.

People who pay attention to the quality of life like to enjoy life, and at the same time, they also know how to give.

After ordering the meal, Fu Wendi drove Zeng Li back to the apartment. Before getting out of the car, Fu Wendi looked at her with a smile in his warm eyes, "Why don't you invite me up for a drink?"

Zeng Li...

The car door was already halfway open, meeting Fu Wendi's warm eyes, the words of refusal finally turned into, "Okay, if you don't dislike it."

"I don't dislike it." The three words were spit out, and the corners of Fu Wendi's lips rose obviously. After Zeng Li got out of the car, he parked the car in an empty parking space under the apartment, unfastened his seat belt and got off quickly, and walked Go to Zeng Li, and walk into the door of the apartment with her.

Back at the apartment, Zeng Li hung the satchel and coat on the hanger, Fu Wendi also took off the velvet windbreaker, put it on his wrist, and stood behind Zeng Li, not intending to hang up the windbreaker himself.

Glancing at him, Zeng Li stretched out his hand, and Fu Wendi also sent the wrist with the windbreaker over, Zeng Li said helplessly, "You!"

Picking up the windbreaker and turning around, I heard Fu Wendi say, "Let you practice a few more times, and you will get used to it in the future."

Zeng Li paused for a few seconds to hang up the windbreaker. He hung the windbreaker on the hanger and did not answer the call.

Turning around and coming back, Fu Wendi had already sat down on the sofa, slightly raised her eyebrows, looking very innocent.

"I'm a person who doesn't understand the joy of life, so there are only white water and red wine here, which one to drink?"

It's not that she doesn't understand fun, it's just that she doesn't sleep well in the first place. If she drinks tea or coffee, she may not need to rest.

Fu Wendi pursed her lips, raised her eyebrows, and had a very rich expression on her face. It's really funny that a woman who loves red wine actually said that she doesn't know how to have fun.

But he didn't say it, but frowned slightly and pretended to think, "Red bar, a glass of red wine at night will help you sleep."

"Okay, wait a minute." Zeng Li turned around and walked towards the kitchen. After a while, he returned to the living room with a wine bottle in one hand and two goblets in the other.

Put the red wine and wine glasses on the tea table, then turned back to get the corkscrew.

Fu Wendi picked up the bottle of red wine casually, glanced at the label and year, and raised his eyebrows again.

A humble woman actually said that she doesn't understand the joy of life. This kind of red wine worth thousands of yuan is considered a luxury for an ordinary office worker. I really don't know what kind of industry she was in before.

painter?

It seems that she has never heard of an ordinary white-collar worker with the same name as her?
It seems that her clothing and consumption standards have exceeded this range.

Fu Wendi was a little confused, but the more mysterious a woman was, the more men would be more curious about her.

When Zeng Li returned to the living room, he had an extra bottle opener in his hand and put it on the coffee table, "Sorry, I don't have a decanter, so let's just drink it."

Red wine may be a taste for others, but for her, it is at best a sleeping liquid.

(End of this chapter)