The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

When Wan'er returned to her residence, it was already very late.

She was on the road all day, and her body was numb.

The room was a bit messy and the kitchen seemed to have been cooked.

Wan'er frowned, she wasn't here these two days at all, who cooked the meal?

Thinking about it, Wan'er couldn't help but start to worry.

She took a deep breath, turned around and lay down on the comfortable bed.

Not long after lying down, he fell asleep.

She was tired, very tired.

Wan'er didn't know how long she slept, but suddenly she felt a pain in her stomach, she was woken up by the pain.

It was dark in the room, and some lights could be seen outside.

Looking at those dim lights, Wan'er couldn't help but miss her grandma.

And Aunt Wang, I don't know how Aunt Wang is doing now?Is he still looking for her, or will he be scolded by her son?

Wan'er clutched her stomach and sat up slowly.

She was sobbing, trying hard to choke sobs, not to let herself cry, but the tears still couldn't stop falling down.

Wan'er hugged her legs with both hands, curled up at the corner of the bed.

She didn't know what to do, she didn't know what would happen after dawn, she didn't know where she was going?

"Wan'er, my poor child, where have you been? Where have you been, Wan'er..." In the afternoon after Wan'er left, Aunt Wang came to the hospital with a prepared meal.

To her surprise, Wan'er disappeared.

The ward where Wan'er lived was already occupied by someone else.

Aunt Wang screamed anxiously and searched everywhere, but couldn't find it.

No one, no one told her where Wan'er had gone, and no one knew who Wan'er was.

Aunt Wang stayed at the hospital for a day with the prepared meal, and she didn't want to leave until evening.

Aunt Wang was crying as she walked, Wan'er was a poor child, and she didn't know what was going on now.

God.

why?

Why do good people always get rewarded?

Aunt Wang was sobbing.

"Ah—Wan'er—" In the middle of the night, Aunt Wang was awakened by a nightmare.

She dreamed that Wan'er had jumped off the building, shouting to find her baby, her baby.

Aunt Wang sat up quickly, with tears in her deep eyes.

Poor Waner, my poor Waner.

Aunt Wang wiped her tears and raised her eyes to look at the people passing by on the side of the road.

It was already late at night, but there were still many people wandering outside.

Aunt Wang couldn't care less about these things, she was still searching unscrupulously, really hoping to find Wan'er, that poor child. .

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