The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 48 Meeting Lei Yixiang Again
, "Then your father once..."

"The lady wanted to continue to say something, but was pulled aside by a man striding not far away.

"Shuqin!"

The man reprimanded displeasedly, obviously vigilant.

"No, she, me!" The woman named Shuqin looked anxious and wanted to say something, but she didn't want to get more anxious and her tongue became more knotted. She raised her finger and pointed in Zeng Li's direction. The man also turned around and saw Zeng Li's face. There was an obvious shock on his face, and a pair of stern eyes widened accordingly.

Turning around, he sternly reprimanded the woman in front of him.

"You forgot your father's family training!"

"I haven't forgotten, but that's obviously Xiao Nuo's daughter!"

Seeing Liang Tingting walking in another direction with Zeng Li on her arm, Shuqin hopped anxiously, pointed at Zeng Li's back, and said, "Are you going to let a woman she recognizes be your real mother for the rest of your life?"

The man stared at Shuqin fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "If you have the ability, go jump in front of the old man!"

After speaking, he dropped the tree body and left.

"You really don't know that woman?" Liang Tingting asked Zeng Li as she walked.

Zeng Li shook his head, "I don't know."

Liang Tingting looked at her face, her pink lips moved, but she didn't continue this topic after all.

Zeng Li took Liang Tingting and walked towards the picture of a young girl. Just as he turned around the corridor, he saw a familiar figure talking to two men in front of the picture.

Zeng Li's footsteps froze, and his heart trembled.

Yixiang...

"What's wrong?" Liang Tingting noticed her strangeness and turned to look at her.

"Ah, it's okay." Zeng Li smiled lightly, hiding the emotions in his heart very well.

"Really okay?"

Zeng Li smiled and shook his head again.

Liang Tingting looked at Lei Yixiang who was explaining the oil painting to the visitors, shook her head secretly, but said with a smile on her face, "Let's go, where is the painting you mentioned just now? Let's go and have a look."

Liang Tingting is a woman with a delicate mind. She looks carefree on the outside, but she is actually smart. A postdoctoral fellow in the economics department of a well-known university, how can she succeed if she is simple-minded.

What's more, she also knows something about Zeng Li, it's not that she is gossiping, it's just that on the day of the engagement banquet, she saw that Mo Zhiqian cared too much about her "sister-in-law", so she curiously asked her parents.

Knowing that Zeng Li got into the wedding car on behalf of her younger sister so that the family would not be seen as a joke, Liang Tingting not only lamented that she had a sense of responsibility, but actually felt that she was stupid. If it were her, she would not joke about her life's happiness.

"Okay." Zeng Li and Liang Tingting walked towards the painting together.

"It's this one." Seeing Lei Yixiang standing here, Zeng Li had already thought about who the artist of this painting was. No wonder she felt the style of the painting was so familiar just now.

It's just that I saw him and the visitors explaining, so I didn't bother.

Hearing a familiar voice behind him, Lei Yixiang's back visibly stiffened, he turned around slowly, his hands hanging on his sides unconsciously tightened, and he forced a smile.

"Here we come," the two words seem to be indifferent, but actually contain too many emotions.

"Well," Zeng Li bent her lips, and unconsciously raised her hand to cover her scarred forehead. Fortunately, she cut her bangs so that she wouldn't be seen.

"I just met a friend and wanted to pick some paintings back for collection."

Only then did Lei Yixiang turn his gaze to Liang Tingting who was beside Zeng Li, who looked at him inquisitively.

Lei Yixiang nodded politely as a greeting.

Liang Tingting also nodded with a smile, and then enthusiastically stretched out her right hand.

"Hello."

Intuition told her that the relationship between the two is not simple.

(End of this chapter)