The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

(plus more..)

"It's not mine, it's not mine after all. But it's okay, it's okay, I still have my baby. Baby, you are my mother's everything, do you know? Mom loves you, and mother will never let you suffer any harm..." Wan'er lowered her head and stroked her stomach, trying to smile while talking to herself.

The food on the table was already cold, Wan'er looked at it and wanted to eat it, but she didn't have an appetite.

night.

Wan'er felt that this night was very cold, colder than ever before.

There were flashing neon lights outside, Wan'er curled up blankly, looking out the window.

She still remembered that she used to look at it like this.

But at that time, he was waiting for the man to return, but now he was anxious and unable to sleep.

"Baby, will you blame mom?" Wan'er lowered her head and frowned.

"Grandma, don't worry, I will be obedient and I will take care of myself, grandma..." After a long time, Wan'er suddenly raised her head and spoke in a very gentle tone, then lay down and fell asleep.

Another day.

Wan'er got up very early and went out to pick up scraps. This place is really a good place. You can pick up a lot of scraps every day. Not only that, but you don't have to go too far.

Before noon, Wan'er was carrying a lot of waste products.

Her body is very thin, but she is still working hard to support the waste pile that weighs almost as much as her own body and is bigger than her own.

What kind of feeling is that?

I'm afraid those who watched her run away holding her nose and spit at her will never understand.

Wan'er is not tired, seeing so many waste products, Wan'er is sweet in her heart, and she doesn't feel tired at all.

"boom.."

Another soda can fell to the ground.

Wan'er looked at the corner of her mouth and smiled.

Strange to say, there were a lot of people in the square that day.

Wan'er shuttled among many people, but no one paid attention to her.

She was simply too small, too inconspicuous.

"Crack, click, click." There was a sound of a camera taking pictures, and Wan'er turned her head curiously.

It was a happy couple. There were many reporters in front of them, and they all held up their cameras to take pictures.

The corners of Wan'er's eyes, stimulated by the flash light, hurt so badly. .

Wan'er clenched her fingers and choked up. "Linfeng, you must be very happy."

Men are outstanding figures in the business world, known to everyone.

A woman is noble and elegant, as beautiful as a flower. Standing in the crowd, she is looked up to by others.

But Wan'er is just a scrap picker.

I'm afraid I don't even know what I'm going to eat next, poor poor woman.

Wan'er didn't continue to read, and left with her trash on her back.

The lively crowd became more lively, but Wan'er was getting further and further away.

When she couldn't hear any noise, Wan'er suddenly looked back. "Linfeng. I don't love you anymore, I don't love you anymore. I have my baby, I love my baby..."

Wan'er whispered, but the voice was so small that even she couldn't hear clearly.

After speaking, my eyes were blurred.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I won't cry for you anymore, I don't love you anymore..." Wan'er sobbed while wiping her tears with her head down.

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