The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

(Please collect, please collect...)

Mo Feng looked back at the crowd who were still watching, and reluctantly followed Long Tianyu into the car, crystal liquid flowed out of his deep eyes.

He choked up hard, and it took him a long time to drive.

Long Tianyu didn't speak all the time, his already cold expression became even colder now, and he sat there completely sluggishly.

Slowly away from the noisy crowd.

"But young master, we really don't want to take it away—" Mo Feng choked with sobs, endured it for a long time, and said suddenly.

Just when he was halfway through speaking, Long Tianyu suddenly interrupted. "No, let's go back, we can't let Wan'er die on the street..."

It seemed that as soon as Long Tianyu finished speaking, the car quickly turned around and moved forward.

It's driving fast.

Mo Feng was very anxious.Long Tianyu was even more anxious, he wished he could run out all at once.

When they came to the place they had just left, there were only some rags left on the ground.

Long Tianyu grabbed the rag in a panic, searched around hysterically, and asked anyone he caught.

But the man didn't speak at all, he just quickly got rid of him and fled in a hurry.

Mo Feng stood very quietly, silent.

"Why? Why did this happen..." Long Tianyu roared heart-piercingly, as if his whole body was about to explode.

Seeing Long Tianyu like this, Mo Feng's heart twisted.

It was the first time, and it was the first time he saw the young master like this.

In the past, the young master was very indifferent, even if someone really died in front of him, he would not pay attention to it.

But this time——

Mo Feng took a deep breath.

He felt that the young master had changed, he was no longer as stubborn and decisive as before.

"Blame me, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, it's me who killed you, it's all my fault..." Long Tianyu knelt on the ground and sobbed. Someone on the side of the road cast strange glances, but no one dared to approach .

At this time, Long Tianyu was like a wild beast.

Not to mention others, even Mo Feng could only watch from a distance.

Looking at the painful Long Tianyu, Mo Feng silently poured tears into his stomach.

Poor woman.

"If I can not be so indifferent and secretly visit her, will she not die?" Mo Feng paused and sobbed slightly, clenching his fingers.

The icy cold wind blows like a knife.

But he didn't notice it at all.

"Linfeng, have you heard? Last night, beside the road near our house, a woman froze to death. Look, look, it's all on the news..." The man pushed open the door sullenly, just in time A woman's gentle face, she said with a smile.

Hearing this, the man's eyes widened in surprise.

That tired face suddenly became ugly.

"What?" The man walked into the room without changing his anxious shoes, sitting on the sofa and staring at the TV intently.

Sure enough, the incident was being reported on TV. The man carefully looked at the corpse wrapped in rags, his face was a little blue and bloated.Looking at her body, she looks like Wan'er.

Wan'er—the man leaned on the sofa as if he had lost his soul, with tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

"Is that you? Wan'er, Wan'er, is it really you?"

Looking at the ceiling, the man sobbed uncontrollably, talking from the bottom of his heart.

He is sorry for Wan'er.It's all his fault, if it weren't for him, Wan'er would definitely not be like this.

In this world, Wan'er has only him as a relative, if she leaves him, where else can she go?

"Linfeng—"

The man ignored the woman beside him, got up and ran out quickly.

It was still snowing heavily outside, and there were thick snowflakes on the edge of the ground.

The cold wind was biting, and it was extremely desolate.

But the man ran out quickly as if he didn't notice it.

The car stopped where the body was found, and the man got out quickly. .

Like crazy, running through the crowd, asking everyone.

But in the end, he still didn't find any valuable news, and he sat in the snow in a daze, exhausted physically and mentally. .

It was him, he killed Wan'er.

The woman he loved so much.

……