The Runaway Wife of the Killer President

Chapter 297

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The person who got her but couldn't get her heart, then imprison her body, so he said lightly and evilly, "You guys are stronger than gold, but I want to see if your heart is made of gold." "After speaking, another evil smile looked down at Lin Ziyi.


In a blink of an eye, a year has passed, but Lin Ziyi has not made any restless movements. She still grows flowers quietly, writes a diary quietly, and picks up Wang Wenfeng to and from get off work with a sweet smile on her face.


Flowers wither and flowers bloom, tide rises and ebbs, winter goes to spring, and Lin Ziyi told Lin Ziyi that it is all a scene of the past, because she knows that ten years are still a long time away, a long time??????? She just wants to count the time to live .


It was Mrs. Wang who became anxious, and while Lin Ziyi was watering the flowers in the garden, she pulled Wang Wenfeng to her ear and complained: "Feng'er, you have been married for more than a year, why is her stomach still not responding at all? I'm still in a hurry to hug my grandson!"


"Mom, we don't want a baby yet, let's talk about it next year!" Wang Wenfeng put his arms around Mrs. Wang's shoulders affectionately, intending to get away with it. If he told Mrs. Wang the truth that they were just a couple in name, Mrs. Wang would definitely throw Lin Lin in a panic. Ziyi went out, he still had the patience to challenge Lin Ziyi!


Wang Wenfeng continued to follow Lin Ziyi's diary every day, and the theme was still: Yun Zhe, miss you, miss you, love you, wait for you?????? Looking at these painful words, Wang Wenfeng seems to have tasted the aftermath of revenge. As a result, the anger in Wang Wenfeng's heart burned more and more fiercely, and the psychology of revenge became stronger.


Two years have passed, and Lin Ziyi has not shown any signs of upset or irritability. She still waits silently for the roses, records her mood silently with sad words, and picks up the corners of her mouth to pick up Wang Wenfeng to and from get off work.


The bees gather honey diligently, the butterflies fly freely, the roses are fragrant because of love, and beautiful because of Lin Ziyi's careful cultivation. What a beautiful landscape painting!

Mrs. Wang finally begged Wang Wenfeng unbearably: "Feng'er, mom is getting old, and mom just wants to see the incense of the Wang family continue to be passed on. Don't you just obey this one request?" Mrs. Wang said excitedly. As she spoke, her pupils glistened with crystal clear tears.


Wang Wenfeng simply hugged Mrs. Wang, and said helplessly in her ear: "Mom, wait another year, okay? After one year, I will definitely realize your dream." The voice sounded a bit desolate, out of play, and How did you get away with it?He laughs!

Mrs. Wang opened Wang Wenfeng's arms, and shouted helplessly, "You said last year this year, and this year is next year. Is it that difficult to have a baby?"


"Isn't Ziyi still young? She has to take care of me and take care of the child. I'm afraid her body will not be able to bear it! So, wait another year, okay?" Wang Wenfeng said softly, it was his own mother. , the only person who treats him well, he can't be cruel to her.


Speaking of this Mrs. Wang was even more angry: "Is she still young? I gave birth to you when I was 19!" Mrs. Wang thought that Wang Wenfeng still wanted to protect his precious wife as usual, no, not a year ago, he just I don't want to fulfill Lin Ziyi's betrayal.


Wang Wenfeng embraced Mrs. Wang's shoulders, leaned his face against it, and said with a playful smile: "It's different, my mother was born in a poor family, and of course she is experienced and capable in doing things. She was born with a gold spoon in it. How can she do it?" How do you compare with your mother?"


"Come on, if you don't give me a baby grandson in a year, I don't think you have anything to say!" Mrs. Wang yelled angrily at Wang Wenfeng who was playing tricks.


For more than two years, their married life is like walking through a cherry blossom tree, the rain and petals suddenly drifting down in the wind, lies and pain intertwined, like soft fingers, caressing Wang Wenfeng's only remaining A glimmer of hope silently left many painful marks and hatred on it.




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Three years later, the office of the president of the Wang Group.


Wang Wenfeng leaned lazily on the leather chair, exhaustedly read the diary that Lin Ziyi had just finished writing, and realized that today is Valentine's Day again after seeing the last date.


Counting her fingers, three years have passed quietly, and nothing has changed. Lin Ziyi is still doing her job.It was still disturbingly quiet.The quieter Lin Ziyi was, the more Wang Wenfeng hated him, and the stronger his desire for revenge.


How can she love so low-key, love so persistently, for three whole years???????

And why do I love so selfishly, so narrowly?Why are you thinking of revenge and hating her for three whole years??????

He refused to accept, he finally couldn't help but wanted to do something!


It seems that it is time to create a ripple in Lin Ziyi's peaceful life.Wang Wenfeng smiled evilly, opened Lin Ziyi's daily blog, called up the window for writing a diary, stared at the display screen with eyes full of hostility, stretched out his slender fingers, and wrote such a paragraph.


"Ziyi, you must be very surprised when you open your blog tomorrow, right? Yes, I read your diary for three years. Reading your diary is as exciting as reading a ghost story. Ghost stories are more exciting and chilling. I think it's time for me, a "debt collector", to come and ask you for an explanation!


do you remember?Three years ago today, I sent you a stereo. I told you that it was specially made for you. Sorry, I installed a pinhole camera. Fortunately, with it, I finally don’t have to be treated like a fool by you.


how?Doesn't it feel good to have a secret revealed and exposed?I have watched ghost stories for three years, how exciting and scary it is to let you often read ghost stories today???????


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