The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

Wan'er woke up nervously from the dream.

She looked around, but did not find the shadow of the man.

She had been sleeping on the sofa, but now she was lying on the ground, and the floor was cold.

Wan'er got up and slowly sat down on the sofa.

Looking up at the watch.

It was already eleven o'clock at noon, but the man still hadn't come back.

Take another look at the food on the table, and the cake that she ate some of.

Wan'er used a fork carefully, put some cakes in her mouth, and it tasted bitter.

She cried again.

The moment tears cut across his cheeks, his heart was bleeding.

She didn't know what happened to her, let alone what to do next.

She loves him more than herself, but. . .

"Wan'er, actually..."

During dinner, the man looked at the tired woman, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke.

However, just as he opened his mouth, the woman suddenly stood up and said with a smile. "I think you must have forgotten in a hurry. Yesterday was the three-year anniversary of our acquaintance. I still have the cake I prepared. I'll go get it..." The woman walked towards the kitchen as she spoke.

Looking at the woman's back, the man paused slightly disappointed.

She was really thin and it was the first time he saw her like that.

"Linfeng, why? Don't you love me? No, Linfeng, don't drive me away, okay..." Wan'er just entered the kitchen, the tears she had endured for a long time fell down, she was working hard Sobbing, telling myself not to shed tears, not to shed tears, but the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

"Look, this is your favorite food. It's just that I'm greedy, so I couldn't help but eat some..." Wan'er washed her face with cold water, and walked out with the cake.

Looking at the somewhat messy cake, Wan'er explained.

Listening, the man choked up.

I didn't expect that she would remember, but he had already forgotten.

"Come, eat..." the man frowned, looked at the woman and said.

The woman forked some and handed it to the man, who took a bite.

Sour and sweet, the man thinks it is delicious, and it seems to recall many memories from a long time ago.

It was an indelible memory that remained in his heart forever.

"Is it delicious?" the woman asked.

The man smiled and nodded, then lovingly reached out and stroked the woman.

The phone rang suddenly.

The man's face was a little ugly, he looked up at the woman, then took out his mobile phone and walked to the balcony.

The woman's heart was hurting, and she slowly endured the pain and waited for him.

The man seemed to be in a hurry, and Wan'er couldn't hear what he was talking on the phone, but she could guess it.

"Wan'er, I'm sorry, I have something to go out." The man walked into the room, looked at Wan'er and said.

Wan'er looked at the man in surprise. "But I haven't eaten yet, Linfeng, let's go after eating, okay?" The woman looked at the man as if begging, her eyes were dull and full of tears.

The man paused and frowned. "It's the company's business. It's urgent. I have to leave right away. You can eat, Wan'er."

After speaking, the man left.

The woman looked at the figure of the man leaving in disappointment, her heart was already numb.

It's snowing outside, very big.

The man drove away desperately.

It was a chic coffee shop not far from his home.

There was a beautiful woman sitting inside, and when she saw the man coming in, she smiled happily.

The man is also smiling happily.

They embraced, they kissed, and they seemed to be showing off to her.

It made Wan'er's already aching heart even more uncomfortable.

She looked at the door for a while and left.

The beautiful snowflakes continued to fall, watching, Wan'er pursed her lips and smiled wryly.

Tears also followed down.

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