The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

"Qingqing, how could you treat our mother like this—" the man choked up and looked at the woman and said angrily.

The woman turned her head expressionlessly. "Then what do you want me to do to her? It's her fault and it's not me. Did I ask her to add more spices? It's not that our family is short of that money. Really, you still have the nerve to say that I—"

"You—but that's my mother after all." The man stood up abruptly, pointing at the woman.

There was indifference in the woman's dark eyes, and her expression remained unchanged. "But I'm pregnant now, and I have a child from the Shen family in my belly..."

Helpless, the man sighed and walked towards the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen.

Mother Shen leaned against the wall, with tears in her eyes, choking helplessly.

She tried her best not to let the tears fall, but the tears finally cut her cheeks.

Like a knife, it was drawn on her body.

Shen's mother covered her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound.

It's all her fault, it's all her fault, if she didn't do that, such a thing would not have happened.

Wan'er is a good child. In the past, no matter how hard or tired she was, she never complained at all.

but--

Shen's mother squatted on the ground, reaching out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Mom—I'm sorry, I—" the man walked into the kitchen, looked at the tearful mother Shen and comforted him distressedly.

Shen's mother hurriedly wiped away her tears, and looked at the man pretending to be fine.

"Silly boy, mom is fine, it's fine, don't worry. She's pregnant now, and it's normal to have a bad temper. Mom has also been here, so I understand that." Shen's mother said hoarsely, pushing the man as she spoke. , don't let him into the kitchen.

The man looked helplessly at Shen's mother, then turned his head to look at the woman on the sofa, and his mood suddenly became heavy.

"Hehe——Wan'er, look at your face, it's been smeared like a big tabby cat, wash it off quickly." Aunt Liu just came back from the garbage, when she turned around, she happened to see Wan'er, who was smeared like a big tabby cat.

Hearing this, Wan'er's face flushed red.

"Oh, Aunt Liu, don't laugh, don't laugh." Wan'er covered her face with her hands and hurried away.

Looking at it, Aunt Liu put her hands on her hips and almost fell down laughing.

She hadn't smiled so happily in a long time.

Aunt Liu smiled, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

"Ahem—what are you arguing about, what are you arguing about—quiet down, tell you, the young master is in a bad mood these days, you'd better be quiet, don't make too much noise, or you will bear the consequences..." It was a man, Wan'er heard the sound I looked back while washing my face.

Aunt Liu froze in place, listening quietly.

"Our young master loses his temper, that's terrible, so you better pay attention..." The man walked forward, his voice was slightly lower, as if he was afraid that Wan'er and Aunt Liu would not hear him.

"Yeah, I got it, I got it, we got it." Wan'er stood up, wiped her cheeks, and nodded.

"We will pay attention, don't worry..."

Aunt Liu agreed.

Hearing this, the man paused, turned and left.

Wan'er has been watching the back of the man leaving.

He walked around the yard, and there seemed to be a car parked at the door.

The door was opened, and a man stepped out of the car.

He didn't speak, with a sullen face, he didn't pass by Wan'er, walked directly past the garden, and went up to the second floor.

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