The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

That person must be their young master.

Wan'er kept staring at the place on the second floor, thinking about some messy things.

But for some reason, the more I think about Wan'er, the more puzzled I feel.

Why does she always feel that the person's back is so familiar, but she doesn't know where she has seen it.

"Silly girl, what are you looking at? That's the young master of a member of the Military Commission, don't even think about it." Aunt Liu looked at the place on the second floor, turned her head to look at Wan'er again, stretched out her hand and patted Wan'er on the shoulder and said .

Hearing this, Wan'er frowned and looked at Aunt Liu.

"No way, Aunt Liu. I just feel familiar. I seem to have seen that back somewhere—"

"You mean the man next to the young master?" Aunt Liu followed Wan'er's line of sight, not sure.

Wan'er was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Aunt Liu.

"Hey, Wan'er, haven't you noticed that the backs of those servants are similar? Well, don't look, let's do our business honestly." Aunt Liu paused and smiled slightly.

She doesn't blame Wan'er, which girl doesn't have a spring.

This is all normal.

It would be abnormal if there was no reaction at all when seeing a tall, rich and handsome man.

but--

Thinking about it, Aunt Liu stood there in a daze.

Wan'er must have taken a fancy to that servant.

"Wan'er—" Aunt Liu turned around abruptly, she was about to speak, but she couldn't find Wan'er.

Helpless, Aunt Liu had no choice but to continue doing her own work.

"Vase, vase, you are so precious, even more precious than me... I polish you every day, I really don't know who to show it to—" This morning, Wan'er carried the bucket, He walked unhurriedly to a vase that was about the same height as him, and said to himself in front of the vase.

Alas, if only the vase could talk.

Looking at the vase, Wan'er felt a little bored.

Wipe it every day, heh, what a clean freak this young master must be.

But there is no way, this is her job, let's continue to wipe.

The morning sun was harsh, but warm.

Wan'er liked this feeling very much. After wiping the vase, she went out with the bucket and squatted by the garden to bask in the sun.

Wan'er felt extremely beautiful with the newly born green leaves of the plants.

Just like a newborn baby.

baby.

Wan'er suddenly froze, thousands of complicated emotions emerged in her mind.

She choked up, trying not to let the tears fall.

"Baby, would you blame mom? It's all mom's fault, otherwise you wouldn't have died like that. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Wan'er sobbed, staring at the tender green leaves.

"boom--"

In the bedroom, there was the sound of a bowl being smashed.

Wan'er hurriedly wiped away her tears and walked away.

A man walked out of the bedroom. He was still wearing pajamas, with a dark face, and he looked like he was asking questions. His dark eyes scanned everything in the room.

Suddenly.

He stood there suddenly, his eyes fixed on the flashing figure in front of him.

"Is it you?" The man's thin lips parted slightly, and he hurried forward to see clearly, but when he rushed over, there was no one around the garden.

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