The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

On a cold night, Wan'er walked along the road alone.

Wan'er held a piece of bread in her hand, which she bought with the few dollars she had left.

Every time she walks a certain distance, Wan'er takes a bite when she feels hungry.

The dazzling light shone on Wan'er's thin body, which was slowly elongated.

Wan'er felt so painful, she stretched out her arms to hold her body tightly, but she still felt cold.

She had no choice but to speed up her pace and move forward quickly.

After walking for a long time, a row of trees appeared in front of him.

Looking at it, Wan'er seemed to see hope.

Would it be better if I stayed under the tree, it wouldn't be so cold.

Thinking of Wan'er, she quickened her pace.

She was trying her best to clenched her fingers, hoping that she would not fall down and die like this.

That woman is right, she has arms and legs, how can she——

"Wan'er, where have you been, my Wan'er? Where are you now?" Suddenly, a car stopped in front of him, and a man got out of the car. The man looked around with a haggard expression, raised his head and roared.

Looking at the man's back from a distance, Wan'er's heart felt as if she had been stabbed with a knife, and the pain was unbearable.

She curled up and hid behind a tree, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Wan'er, do you know? I love you, I really love you, Wan'er. I'm a bastard, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, if it wasn't for my fascination, I wouldn't be——Wan'er." The man collapsed on the ground, shouting hysterically.

It was a voice Wan'er was very familiar with, listening to Wan'er's big teardrops cut across her cheeks.

It's like cutting with a knife.

"I don't love you anymore, I don't love you anymore, Linfeng..." Wan'er curled up, stretched out her arms and hugged her legs tightly, speaking in a very low voice that only she could hear.

On a cold night, the breeze continued to blow.

The man was crying and shouting, sobbing hard.

He took off his coat and ran into the air, beating his chest with clenched fists.

"Why? Why is all this? Xia Qingqing, why did you lie to me? Why? You planned all of this, right? Just wait for me to get into the trap, right?" The man knelt on the ground , hitting himself crazily.

Wan'er sobbed, but she never went out.

She doesn't love him anymore, she doesn't love him anymore.

Wan'er kept reading silently.

"Linfeng, my poor child, what's the matter with you, what's the matter, get up, get up quickly." Another car drove up and stopped beside the man, and a middle-aged woman got out of the car, and quickly ran to the man and picked her up. help up.

Man sobbing and hugging woman. "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, it's all my fault. If I hadn't been obsessed with it and refused to believe the fact that Nishang had left, I wouldn't be like this—I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you..."

The woman sobbed with distress, hugging the man tightly and reaching out to pat him on the back. "My child, don't cry, don't cry. I believe Wan'er will not blame you, and she will understand you and forgive you, Linfeng..."

The man didn't speak, just wept.

"Go, go back with mom, let's go... Is Qingqing still looking for you everywhere?" Shen's mother paused and continued.

She knew that her son couldn't forget Mu Wan'er, never could forget it.

For such a long time, Wan'er has already lived in his heart unknowingly, so how can she just forget it.

But she didn't know why Shen Linfeng was roaring.

When he heard the word "Qingqing", the man stood there blankly, staring blankly at Shen's mother.

His body was trembling, and teardrops the size of beans kept tearing across his cheeks.

He really wanted to tell Shen's mother the truth, and wanted to go back and expose the truth immediately, but he didn't.

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