The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

Wan'er was afraid of being alone, as she would think of many unhappy things, and the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became.

But most of the time, she is alone.

I thought that after marriage, the two of them would be fine, but the situation didn't seem to be that good.

Wan'er sat at the dining table, looking at the meal she had prepared, with a hint of disappointment on the corners of her lips.

The clock on the wall was ringing "tick, tick...".

That sound, to my ears, felt like a stabbed heart, bleeding like "tick, tick...".

"Linfeng, this is already the third day. Where are you now? Have you eaten? Is the food to your liking? Are you wearing the scarf I gave you—" Wan'er held her chin and whispered blankly read.

She had been holding the phone tightly, staring at the lit screen intently.

When the screen dims slightly, Wan'er will press it again immediately.

"I'm sorry..." Wan'er dialed the man's phone number, but the voice of disappointment still came from there.

Wan'er felt a little numb, and there was an indescribable disappointment in her jet-black eyes.

She misses him very much.

I really want to be able to listen to him, eat with him, and be by his side.

She will be very good and will never disturb him.

Wan'er thought about it seriously, but the tears fell down without disappointment.

She felt that it hurt so much.

It was an indescribable, unspeakable pain, and I didn't know where the pain was, but I could feel the pain.

The streets are still very lively in the afternoon.

Wan'er walked lazily, she remembered that they often walked by like this before.

He was still by her side at that time, and he would still tell her at that time. "What kind of holiday is it today? Why is everyone holding a bouquet of flowers in their hands? Why don't they have any flowers? That's because he wants to give her a more unexpected surprise..."

Wan'er walked into the square.

Many men and women bowed their heads flirting together, but she just looked at and sighed.

He took out his phone and looked at it.

The man didn't send any messages or call.

Simply, Wan'er didn't care anymore, and continued walking like this.

She suddenly felt that it was getting dark very quickly, maybe it was because her heart was too dark.

"Snapped.."

Suddenly a familiar voice came from a distance, Wan'er turned her head and hurried over.

She likes this kind of scene, and even more like each other who do this.

I really hope they will love each other forever and not—

Wan'er squeezed into the crowd, looked up, there was a man standing in the center surrounded by fireworks, and a woman at the side.

And now they are all standing in the center of the heart-shaped fireworks, and there are more flowers around them, which looks very beautiful.

Wan'er felt that their way was more grand, more extravagant and romantic than theirs.

Men should love women very much.

Thinking about it, the fireworks suddenly became brighter.

Wan'er raised her head and looked over impatiently. . "It's them... But Linfeng..." Wan'er froze, her brows were tightly knit, her body was trembling as she choked up her sobs.

She looked sideways, and there were already many people around her.

Her face suddenly became ugly, she clenched her fists tightly, but she didn't know what to do.

"Snapped.."

Until Wan'er was far away, there was still the sound of fireworks over there.At this time, Wan'er had already burst into tears. .

Is this her Valentine's Day?

Wan'er sobbed uncontrollably and continued walking forward.

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