The beautiful wife of the president

He kissed her very aggressively, but he couldn't be satisfied with a simple kiss. His hand penetrated into her wet underwear, and his palm just held the soft side of her chest, squeezing wantonly. (~. However, the temperature coming from the palm was scalding hot. Ji Weiyang was startled, and hurriedly let go of her, covering her forehead with his palm, which was also scalding hot.

"Yanyan, you have a fever."

"Well, maybe it's raining, and you'll be fine after a night of sleep." She pulled his hand off her forehead, but she held it tightly and never let go.

Ji Weiyang carried her into the bedroom, rummaged through the boxes and chests to find antipyretics and fed them to her, Zhanyan lay on the big soft bed, and soon fell asleep.She held his hand all the time, probably because of the fever, her little face was red, her brows were slightly frowned, and she looked helpless like a little girl who had lost her sense of security.

Ji Weiyang sat beside her bed, stared at her with a smile, and gently stroked her cheek with his palm, "Don't be afraid, Yanyan, I will always guard you."

In his sleep, Zhanyan turned his body over and muttered in a low voice. Ji Weiyang leaned over and pressed his head to her lips, but he didn't hear what she was saying. In fact, Zhanyan didn't say anything. She was just whispering Ji Weiyang's name.

The mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. The ringtone was Beethoven's "Fur Elise". This song was downloaded by Angie back then, but she got used to it and never changed it. Yes, it's a habit. Kind of scary.A self-deprecating smile curled up on the corner of Ji Weiyang's lips, and he opened the green answer button with his fingertips.

The call was from An Qi's mother, Lu Manyun. The other party didn't know what to say, Ji Weiyang's face became heavy instantly, and then he grabbed his coat and ran outside without thinking, Zhanyan held his hand tightly, Was thrown away abruptly by him.

The Lu family has a duplex apartment outside the third ring road. Ji Weiyang hurriedly rang the doorbell, and it was Lu's nanny who opened the door.

"Master Ji, you are finally here."

"En." Ji Weiyang responded lightly, and hurried upstairs.

The door of Lu Anqi's room was locked tightly, and Lu Manyun kept knocking on the door outside, "An Qi, An Qi, open the door quickly, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mom!"

"You go, I don't want to see you, I don't want to see anyone except Wei Yang." Lu Anqi's uncontrollable roar came from inside.

At this moment, Ji Weiyang strode over, breathed slightly, and asked solemnly, "What's the matter? Aren't you all well recently? Why did you suddenly get sick?"

"I don't know, it suddenly happened after waking up from a nap." Lu Manyun cried anxiously.

"An Qi, you open the door, I'm Weiyang, here I come." Ji Weiyang clenched his fists and kept pounding on the door, making loud noises.

"Weiyang, Weiyang!" Through a door, Lu Anqi's heart-piercing cry sounded from the bedroom.

Ji Weiyang became a little anxious, took two steps back, and kicked the door open. He rushed into the bedroom and found An Qi sitting slumped in the corner, holding a bloody fruit knife in her hand. Her right arm was scratched. There was a long bloodstain, and the blood dripped down the white arm and onto the walnut-colored floor.

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