The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

"Aunt Liu, what should we do if something happens to the young master? He must be drunk now..." Wan'er looked at Aunt Liu with choked up sobs.

Hearing this, Aunt Liu frowned.

For a while, she was also an ant on a hot pan, not knowing why.

"Cough——I'm going to find Mo Feng, you stay here, don't go there, do you hear me? Before I come back, don't go there, no matter what happens, I'm here?" Aunt Liu looked back Wan'er, leave after speaking.

Wan'er stared at Aunt Liu's back obsessively, her dark eyes were slightly shining.

What a worry-free master.

"What do you think is good about me, is it so worth letting you do this? Really..." Wan'er paused, and even started to mutter.

Thinking about it, my heart couldn't help becoming impatient.

She poked her head out and looked up, but saw no one.

It seemed to be quiet all of a sudden.

It's just this quietness that made her even more uneasy.

Wan'er walked out of the room slowly and went up to the second floor.

"Ah——" Wan'er was taken aback. At this time, Long Tianyu was lying on the ground, his hand was injured, and blood was slowly flowing out.

Seeing the bright red blood, Wan'er hastily wiped it off with paper.

Fortunately, the wound is not big, just wipe it off with paper.

Looking at him, Wan'er sighed helplessly.

It's like a child, why is it so ignorant.

"Wan'er, you are Wan'er, my Wan'er, Wan'er—" Suddenly, Long Tianyu got up and hugged Wan'er tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.

Wan'er was frightened and struggled hastily, but the more he struggled, the tighter he hugged her.

Long Tianyu hugged Wan'er tightly, breathing heavily.

Wan'er didn't dare to look at him, her body was entangled tightly by him.

"Let go of me." Wan'er called out.

But as if he didn't hear it, he stood up quickly, hugged her and walked into the house.

Wan'er was put on the bed, but Long Tianyu didn't stop there.

He climbed up right after her, imprisoned Wan'er's limbs, and pressed her whole body up.

Wan'er only felt suffocated, her lips parted slightly, trying to choke.

Just as he was about to call for help, his pink lips were blocked roughly by him.

Wan'er struggled hard, but it was of no avail.

The man's strong desire = desire catalyzes his own temperature to rise rapidly.

Those delicate palms quickly reached into Wan'er's clothes.

"Hmm—" Wan'er was in a trance, feeling a burst of pain.

It was the pain of him entering her body.

Wan'er paused, the tears in the corners of her eyes kept falling.

She closed her eyes with a dull expression, allowing the man on her body to tirelessly ask for it.

In this way, even if it is to repay his favor.

Wan'er thought so.

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