The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

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Wan'er loves grandma very much. In order not to make grandma work too hard, she cooks for her every day and picks up waste with her.

Seeing grandma smiling made Wan'er very happy.

She suddenly discovered that she was not inseparable from him.

Isn't it just as good now?

Wan'er likes to bask in the sun, and always sits in the sun alone, basking quietly.

Nobody knows why.

Wan'er felt that it was very warm, and hoped to warm her cold heart with it, but she was disappointed every time.

"No..." At night, Wan'er was awakened by a nightmare.

She sat up abruptly and looked around.

Although it was just a dream, the picture flashed in my mind.

Wan'er dreamed of him.

Dreamed that he was looking for himself, dreamed that they were still the same as they were at the beginning, he loved her very much.

He would still hold her to sleep and kiss her on the cheek.

"But why would someone suddenly want to kill him?" Wan'er frowned, desperately thinking about the dream just now.

But when she looked around again, Wan'er's nervous heart became slightly quieter.

"Linfeng, you still miss me, don't you? Actually, you still care about me, don't you?" Wan'er lowered her head and whispered, but tears cut her cheeks unconsciously.

Wan'er choked up, telling herself desperately, not to cry, not to cry for him anymore.She didn't love him anymore, never loved him again.

But the tears fell down disobediently.

Wan'er felt that she was so cowardly, why did she keep thinking about him.

She doesn't love him anymore.

"boom."

The man dragged his tired body into the room and closed the door.

The door slams loudly and harshly.

Standing at the door, the man was taken aback for a moment, then frowned slightly.

"Wan'er, where are you now? I miss you, Wan'er. But—" the man whispered, his black eyes suddenly twisted, and he turned and ran into the room, but he was the only one in the huge room.

There was no food on the table, no one in the bed, and the whole house seemed lifeless.

The man sat on the sofa, raised his head, and soon fell asleep.

He is too tired.

In addition to worrying about the company's affairs every day, he had to rush to the hospital to take care of Xia Qingqing.

She is pregnant now, everything must be dependent on her, otherwise it will be bad for the child.

But in this way, he felt as if he was about to be torn apart.

"Wan'er, it would be great if you were still here. Wan'er, it's my fault, it's all my fault." There was a trace of tension on the man's handsome face, his body trembling slightly, and his lips opened and closed as he said.

"Wan'er."

The man sat up suddenly and looked around in a panic, but he was the only one.

He lowered his head and clutched the phone tightly, but he couldn't find any contact information for Wan'er. .

The man only found out now that he had already deleted her phone number.

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