The Runaway Wife of the Killer President

Chapter 298

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"Mom, our relationship is better than getting married. Soon you will be able to have a grandson." Wang Wenfeng has never forgotten his promise to Mrs. Wang. He used to only think about how to find excuses to get away with it, but now it is probably unnecessary. He asked Lin Ziyi to lie down on the ground and beg him in despair.


Hold a grandson?Lin Ziyi choked, then stared blankly at Wang Wenfeng, just in time to meet his raging eyes, sucking Lin Ziyi's panicked pupils like an electric shock.Lin Ziyi lowered her head in bewilderment, not daring to meet his terrifying gaze any more.


what to do?He has already been blinded by hatred, what if midnight really eats her up?Could this be one of his revenge plans?what to do?What should I do?????? Lin Ziyi's mind was in chaos. She thought that as long as she calmed down and didn't compete with him, he would have nothing to do with her. It turned out that everything was not as simple as she imagined.


When Mrs. Wang heard that she was hugging her grandson, a bright smile appeared on her face. She took Wang Wenfeng's hand and said happily, "Really?" Wang Wenfeng nodded with a smile.


Then Mrs. Wang quickly moved in front of Lin Ziyi, and said excitedly: "Ziyi, you have to work hard! As long as you give birth to a young master for our Wang family, you will once and for all be firmly seated in the position of the young mistress."


Lin Ziyi just replied flatly, "Got it, Mom!" She really didn't want to stay in this place that made her almost suffocate, so she said to their mother and son, "You talk, I'll go to the garden to water the flowers!" After that, he turned and left.


Well, it's another rose to serve her, and it's a memorial to the love in her heart???????Wang Wenfeng watched her gradually melt into the sea of ​​flowers, full of hostility appeared on his face again, he hated Through the patch of roses, it seems that every rose has the imprint of him and her in the past, swaying in the wind and discriminating against him. How firm their love is, rain or shine.


"Mom, where's Mama Liu?" Wang Wenfeng glanced around angrily, but didn't find the nanny, turned around and said to Mrs. Wang.


Mrs. Wang also looked around in a daze, and then suddenly remembered that she went to the vegetable market: "Oh, she went out to buy vegetables, what's the matter? Feng'er" Mrs. Wang cared softly, you must know that he had never Find a servant.


"It's okay, Mom, you tell her to come to my study when you come back." Wang Wenfeng eased the anger on his face, turned around and was about to leave the hall.


"Oh." Mrs. Wang nodded ignorantly.


After waiting for the response, Wang Wenfeng limped and walked towards the second floor. When he walked, the pain was not as painful as it was three years ago. Apart from inconvenient movement, he had no other symptoms, so he was completely free from Lin Ziyi's support. .



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Back in the study, Wang Wenfeng stood on the window sill again, peeking at Lin Ziyi who was weeding. In fact, Lin Ziyi spent a lot of time on roses every day, so there was no grass for her to pull out, but she just If you are willing to stay there, you will stay for most of the day.


A hasty knock on the door broke the tranquility of the study, Mama Liu poked her head timidly from the door: "Eldest Young Master, what do you want from me?" She tiptoed towards the study very uncomfortable.


Wang Wenfeng turned around, sat on the leather chair, and ordered in a commanding tone: "Mother Liu, please help me hire a worker tomorrow to remove all the flowers in the garden."


"Flowers? How can there be any flowers?" The nanny moved her body timidly, and spoke cautiously, for fear of offending this unpredictable man.


Wang Wenfeng glanced at her coldly, and said emphatically, "It's the roses in the garden that the young lady regards as her life." Then he added: "Remember, there must be no one left."


The nanny was taken aback for a moment, and then she looked at Wang Wenfeng in fear, and begged, "Young master, you can't do this, the young lady knows that she will die of grief!" She liked Lin Ziyi from the bottom of her heart, and she was kind-hearted. , not like other noble ladies who don't gossip, and never put themselves at the mercy of others.


Wang Wenfeng said coldly: "It's nothing, you just do it."


Mama Liu trembled from fright, her voice trembling slightly: "Master, don't scare me, I don't have the guts."


Wang Wenfeng raised his eyes and looked at this bold servant. He knew there was such a Liu Ma as long as he could remember, but it was the first time he looked at her so seriously, and the corner of his mouth raised: "Oh? Don't do it, right? Then you Just pack up and leave the Wang family now."


Mama Liu's face changed when she heard that, and she knelt down on the bright white floor in a hurry, crying, "No, young master, I have stayed in the Wang family for most of my life, you can't do this, young master."


Wang Wenfeng stared at her, wondering why Lin Ziyi couldn't kneel in front of him and beg for the last time, then Wang Wenfeng gave her a look and ordered impatiently: "If I come back from get off work tomorrow and see a leaf or a petal , you don't want to stay in the Wang family, go down!"


"Yes, yes?????" Liu Ma hurriedly got up, wiped away her tears, and staggered out of the study.


After watching Liu Ma leave, Wang Wenfeng propped up his crutches and went back to the window sill, leaning over, looking for Lin Ziyi's figure among the flowers. Among the brightly colored rose bushes, Wang Wenfeng saw a red face blooming in the setting sun. That graceful figure was swaying in the evening wind, and that noble temperament was respected by others, but it was the woman he hated—Lin Ziyi.


Looking at Lin Ziyi's busy figure among the flowers, Wang Wenfeng smiled wretchedly, "Lin Ziyi, Lin Ziyi, you can spend the last night with your rose, I see how long you can be proud, just wait As the sun rises tomorrow, prepare a funeral for your roses, preferably throwing yourself down among the rose bushes and crying to death!


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(End of this chapter)