The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

"Wan'er—" In the middle of the night, the man suddenly sat up.

Sweating profusely again, the man reached out and stroked his forehead.

"Wan'er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He didn't know why, but he dreamed of Wan'er these days.

He's sorry for her, it's all his fault, it's all his fault.

"Did you dream of her again?" The woman beside him also sat up and asked the man.

The man was taken aback for a moment, then paused. "No, no. I didn't dream of any woman, Qingqing, I love you, and only you—" the man turned his head and said softly, reaching out to caress the woman while speaking.

It's just that the woman didn't notice, and his eyes were uneasy.

"Well--"

The woman raised her eyes and wanted to say something, but her mouth was suddenly blocked by the man's lips.

The man choked up, held the woman's hand tightly, flattened her body, and used his body full of guilt to wantonly occupy her body.

Close your eyes.

The woman's nervous hands tightly outlined the man's neck.

The man paused, and the image of Wan'er suddenly flashed in his mind.

But just for a moment, the man suddenly stopped, and he slowly turned around to face the woman.

"Qingqing, I'm sorry, I—"

"Don't say anything, I understand. But Linfeng, you have to bear it no matter what, or it will be bad for our child—" the woman pouted, spoke unhurriedly, and stroked herself after speaking belly.

The man choked up, turned and lay down on the bed.

Lying quietly, unable to fall asleep.

It's been a few days.

The man can't remember, he only knows that he misses her, misses her very, very much.

"Linfeng, you're back. Hurry up and call mom to come over, I'm hungry..." The next day, the woman raised her head and said as soon as the man entered the door.

The man's thin lips parted slightly, but he hesitated to speak.

"Then let's go out to eat—"

"I don't. The things outside are so bad. I want my mother to come over. My mother's cooking is the best." The woman made trouble out of no reason.

Hearing this, the man shook his head helplessly.

It would be great if Wan'er was still there.

Staring at the kitchen and the shoes behind the door, the man suddenly thought of Wan'er.

In fact, she is very good, but he is not good, he is just a jerk.

The man bowed his head and smiled bitterly, reached out and took out his cell phone to make a call.

"What are these? It's so unpalatable. Are you trying to poison me and the baby?" As soon as Shen's mother entered the house, she plunged into the kitchen and started cooking. Throw it out.

The plate fell to the ground with a crisp "bang".

Mother Shen was taken aback.

"Qingqing, if you don't like it, you can say it, how can you—" the man stood up angrily and shouted.

"Oh, Linfeng. Forget it, forget it. No, mom will do it again, it's all right..." Shen's mother choked up, leaned over and picked up the plate.

Looking at the back of Shen's mother walking towards the kitchen, the corners of the man's eyes were slightly moist.

He glanced at the woman, who was watching TV, and didn't feel that what happened just now was too much.

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