The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

"what--"

Wan'er was awakened by the nightmare.

She dreamed about her baby, it was a girl, it was cute.

The baby smiled at her and called her mother.

But the strange thing is that Wan'er can't make a sound no matter how she speaks.

She really wanted to touch the baby, really wanted to hug the baby, but when she stretched out her hand, it was in vain.

Wan'er was in a hurry. "Baby, my baby, mother is here, mother is here to see you, baby..."

The baby's original smile suddenly became indifferent, and she stared at Wan'er's dark eyes, as if she was blaming Wan'er.

Wan'er sobbed in pain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's mom who's sorry for you and didn't take good care of you, baby, my baby, don't dare to blame mom, okay?"

The baby looked at Wan'er indifferently, stretched out his hand and bit his finger expressionlessly.

Seeing this, Wan'er felt as if a knife had been stabbed in her heart suddenly.

pain.

Heart-piercing pain.

"Baby, don't blame mom, it's all because mom is bad, blame mom, mom shouldn't follow that woman to the hospital, mom shouldn't do unnecessary tests with that woman just out of anger, baby..."

Wan'er knelt on the ground, talking hoarsely.

"boom."

Wan'er cried, but suddenly the baby fell down.

The sound of hitting the ground was extremely ear-piercing, Wan'er stood up quickly, but found that she was standing on the top of the building, with the baby's body underneath.

The baby was crushed by a passing car, Wan'er cried and roared in pain, but her throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't make a sound.

What kind of feeling is that, Wan'er dare not think.

Wan'er choked with sobs, and turned to look at the man beside her.

Seeing him, Wan'er frowned. "why you?"

"Why can't it be me? You are too weak to run around, you know?" The man's voice was very low, which sounded very comfortable.

Wan'er looked at him expressionlessly, and then looked around, only to realize in an instant that she was lying on a big comfortable bed.

The surrounding layout is very beautiful, and it doesn't feel like an ordinary house.

Looking at the man in front of her again, Wan'er paused. "You saved me?"

"Hehe, you just remembered now? You don't need to thank me, as long as you take care of yourself, that's enough. Don't torture yourself anymore..." the man said and reached out to touch Wan'er's shoulder.

"Mo Feng." Another man walked in the door, his eyes were very cold, but it was cold in his bones, not intentional.

"Oh. This is the dragon—"

"My name is Long Tianyu. I'm not in good health, so don't be brave. It's not good for you, and it will make others worry about you." Mo Feng wanted to continue talking, but Long Tianyu interrupted.

Hearing this, Wan'er frowned.

Worried about her?

Are you referring to him?

This guy is really narcissistic.

It wasn't him who saved her, it was Mo Feng.

"Thank you, Master Long. I know I was wrong, and I won't do it again. It's all my fault, which made you worry."

Wan'er choked up, and frowned.

"Who is worried about you? Don't be so narcissistic." Wan'er looked at Long Tianyu in surprise, but he still looked as cold as ice.

"You—" Wan'er looked at him, hesitated to speak.

Long Tianyu looked at Wan'er, turned around and left.

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