The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

When Wan'er returned home, Linfeng hadn't returned yet.

Looking at the supposedly familiar layout in the house, Wan'er suddenly felt strange.

She didn't know what happened to herself or what happened to the family.

After closing the door with a "bang", Wan'er knelt down and sobbed.

"Linfeng, why? Why did you—" Wan'er felt a little regretful, she should have gone forward to ask, but she didn't.

But, even if she went to ask, can she get the result?

Thinking about it, Wan'er felt so uncomfortable.

She hated herself, hated herself for being incompetent, but she was even more afraid of losing him.

Linfeng is her everything, she loves him more than herself.

Wan'er didn't know how long she cried, maybe she was tired.

She stood up slowly, but suddenly her legs hurt, her head was dizzy, and she was shaking as if she was about to fall.

She leaned on the wall and looked back, it was just such a familiar place, but it was so dazzling at this moment.

Who is that woman?

Maybe she was wrong, or maybe it was just a misunderstanding.

"Maybe it's really just a misunderstanding." Wan'er said to herself, suddenly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and walked quickly to the kitchen. As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, the mood that should have been happy suddenly turned into disappointment.

"Yeah, I almost forgot, he won't come back. He works overtime tonight and won't come back, so who will she cook for?" Wan'er let out a sigh of disappointment, and slowly backed out. There was something complicated about Han's expectant gaze that she had never had before.

cry.

Apart from crying, she didn't know how else to vent her inner displeasure.

The cold wall made her arms ache slightly, but she remained indifferent.

For a long time, I stared blankly out the window for a long time.

The feeling of loss that turned from joy made her heart ache.

She didn't know what to do, what else to do.

He dragged his exhausted body into the room, ready to go to bed, and he wouldn't come back anyway.

However, when she first walked to the bed, a small plastic bag on the ground caught her attention.

After reading it, Wan'er was dumbfounded.

It's true, it's true, it turns out that everything is true.

Hehe... Wan'er laughed bitterly, that expression, that voice.Looking at it makes people feel compassionate, but no one sees it.

early morning.

It was early morning again, and the man dragged his tired body home.

When he walked into the room and saw the haggard woman lying on the bed, the man's heart ached.

He stepped forward to kiss the woman, smoothed her body, and looked at her familiar face with admiration.

"Are you okay? Wan'er..." The man sat in front of the woman and took out a cigarette. He was about to light it, but he didn't, he said with a sob. "Wan'er, do you know? A friend today—he told me that a woman wanted to commit suicide because of him. He liked this woman very much, and that woman liked him very much. He didn't know if it was love or not. I don't know if he should do this, he is a married man, but he is already married, and he still falls in love with another woman. Do you think this is love?" The man paused, looking at the woman bewildered fell asleep, stopped and fell asleep.

He didn't know that the woman wasn't actually asleep, no.

She is waiting for him, has been waiting for him to come back, she loves him more than herself, she can give everything for him, but only for him.

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