The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

That night, Mu Wan'er suffered from insomnia.

The pain in her heart and the pain in her body made her physically and mentally exhausted, but she couldn't sleep no matter what.

She couldn't believe that the man who had vowed to love her just a moment ago was calling another woman's name at this moment.

why?

Could it be that she is just a substitute?

Thinking about it, Mu Wan'er shed tears again.

Tears cut her snow-white jade cheeks like a knife.

On her body, the man is still tirelessly asking for it, as if he is taking revenge or punishing her.

but why?

Mu Wan'er choked up, asking herself.

When she regained consciousness, it was already noon the next day.

Mu Wan'er was lying on the huge double bed, the snow-white silk quilt slipped off, there were faint hickey marks on her snow-white skin, and a few traces of biting because of being too intense, which looked particularly dazzling on her snow-white skin .

When she opened her eyes, she was alone in the room.

Her long black hair was disheveled on her head, her eyes that were red from insomnia were slightly shiny, and traces of light red could be seen everywhere on her snow-white skin, but these did not affect Mu Wan'er's charm in the slightest.

Sitting up, the pain between her legs, as well as the bright red color, deeply hurt her heart.

Pearl-like tears dripped on the snow-white silk quilt, catching the sun and shining slightly.

For the first time, this is her first time.

Mu Wan'er paused slightly.

"Heh..." Turning her head to look at the dazzling sunlight, she smiled wryly.

Dream, all this may be a dream.

After waking up from the nightmare, everything will be back to normal.

She looked at it obsessively, thinking.

"Linfeng, you still love me, right? I know, you must love me, right?"

"Are you back? Why is it so late? I've prepared all the meals, which are all your favorite." As soon as the man opened the door, Mu Wan'er quickly went forward, helped him put the slippers in front of him, and lowered her head. While preparing to help him take off his shoes, he said.

The man hesitated, leaned over and grabbed her hand. "Wan'er, don't be like this in the future, okay? I can do these things by myself. We are husband and wife, so there is no need to do this, really." The man hugged Wan'er and kissed her on the forehead. The people walked to the table together.

Looking at the sumptuous food on the table in front of him, there was an inexplicable feeling in the man's eyes, which no one could understand.

His thin lips moved slightly, trying to say something, but he hesitated to speak.

"Come on, eat, this braised pork is your favorite. I still remember the way you ate it for the first time. What I made was not very delicious at that time, but you still had such a good time eating it. That time it was me The most memorable one." Mu Wan'er said with a smile, and put a piece of braised pork into the man's bowl.

Watching, the man smiled, lowered his head and started eating.

"Wan'er——Wan'er, do you know? I'm sorry, I—" In the evening, the man read a book and went to bed very late. He thought that the woman would rush her and ask him why he called other women last night. The name, why—but she was still the same as before.The man knew that in his heart, he still couldn't forget Lan Nishang, she seemed to occupy a position that no one else could replace.But - he looked back at the woman beside him, she was already asleep.

The man leaned on him, paused, but still couldn't fall asleep.

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