The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

Wan'er hugged her legs in pain and sat on the sofa uncomfortable.

She didn't want to sleep yet, not at all.

She missed him, wanted to call him very much, but she still didn't. She just put the phone in front of her eyes and looked at it quietly.

She was afraid to hear the voice from over there, but she wanted to hear his voice more.

"boom"

The man is back.

She walked into the house covered in snow with a tired face.

He looked at the woman on the sofa and his heart twisted.

"Linfeng, you're back..." Wan'er stood up and looked at the man.

The man didn't speak, walked up to the woman, carried her to the room.

"I'm sorry, I'm late. I made you wait so long, Wan'er, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for you, Wan'er..." The man put Wan'er on the bed, his dark eyes showed repentance, it was from the heart , very sincerely.Women can see it and feel it.

"Don't be like this, Linfeng. We are husband and wife, you are my husband, and I am your wife, Linfeng...don't say sorry to me, I love you, I know you love me too, right?" Wan'er snuggled In the man's arms, the voice spoke softly, and hugged him tightly after speaking.

The man lay down slowly and stroked her body.

Wan'er didn't resist, and cooperated quietly.

Seeing him standing in front of her like a child, Wan'er caressed him distressedly.

Gently, he browned her clothes and hugged her tightly.

Wan'er felt a sense of déjà vu, she hugged the man on her body tightly.

She loves him.

She knew that he loved her too.

So, she still feels happy.

As long as he loves her, then she is content.

This time, the man was gentle.

Wan'er's originally injured leg was also numb at this moment.

She smiled, a teardrop falling from the corner of her eye.She didn't seem to know whether it was tears of pain or tears of happiness.

the next morning.

Wan'er was awakened by the pain.

She didn't expect it to hurt so much.

He didn't even have the strength to stand up, and his bruised leg seemed to be unconscious.

"Why did this happen? You were hurt, but why didn't you tell me, Wan'er..." The man stood aside, looking at the woman on the bed.

Wan'er said with a smile. "This injury is fine, Linfeng. Don't worry, I'll be fine. You don't have to worry about me. Look..." Wan'er said, trying to stand up for him to see, but she couldn't.

"Be careful..." Linfeng quickly stepped forward to support Wan'er, fearing that she would fall.

Wan'er frowned, she stubbornly stretched out her hand to caress her leg, but she really didn't feel anything at all.

No, you can't. .

Wan'er was so anxious that she was about to cry, she glanced at the man beside her, and then at her own legs.

Bean-sized teardrops slid down. .

"Don't worry, it's okay. Your leg was just anesthetized, and you lost consciousness temporarily, and you'll be fine at night. Really, you know, a fragment has penetrated into your leg. Why are you so careless , if it is later, this leg may really be useless..." The man helped Wan'er cover the quilt with concern, and said distressedly.

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