The beautiful wife of the president

"But she already knows, our past is not a secret, we just need to find a private detective to find out, there is everything you want to know. [~*" Lu Anqi roared a little excitedly.

Ji Weiyang looked at her and sneered, "She's not as boring as you."

Lu Anqi was startled, but said firmly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Ji Weiyang's eyes became colder, "Do you have to find out before you give up? You hired a private investigator to investigate Zhanyan a month ago, because you didn't cause her any harm, and I kept turning a blind eye. But that doesn't mean I condone any of your behavior."

Lu Anqi had no way of denying it, but luckily admitted it. "Yes, I hired a private investigator, so what? I just want to take you back, Weiyang, you are mine!"

"An Qi, how on earth can you understand that I no longer belong to you, and Zhanyan is my wife." Ji Weiyang looked serious.

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, her clear eyes became dizzy, she covered her head with her hands uncontrollably, and roared hysterically, "You are mine, you are mine, no one can take you away. Wei Zhanyan, I killed you!" She, I'm going to kill her, ah!"

Her crazy appearance made Ji Weiyang nervous, and he stepped forward to hug her, "An Qi, calm down."

"Weiyang is mine, it's mine, it's mine..." She kept repeating, and burst into tears.

"An Qi, calm down." Ji Weiyang hugged her on the sofa and let her lean against his chest.

The hand she was holding on to his arm was as cold as a dead man's hand, and kept trembling, repeating in her mouth, "Weiyang is mine, you are mine, right?" She stared at him firmly, His eyes were out of focus, and his emotions became more and more agitated.

"Yes, I'm yours." In order to appease her, Ji Weiyang still said something against his will.

Lu Anqi almost cried with joy, she hugged him tightly, "You are mine, and Ji Weiyang belongs to Lu Anqi, that's great."

After An Qi took the medicine, her mood finally stabilized, and she soon fell asleep.Ji Weiyang picked up his coat with a tired face and was about to leave when Lu Manyun came back from a social engagement. She is an internationally renowned coloratura soprano who was once a famous figure at home and abroad when she was young.

"Weiyang is here. It's so late. It's not safe to drive. Let's stay here tonight." Lu Manyun said with a smile, and handed the purse in her hand to the nanny.

"No, An Qi has already fallen asleep, and I should go back." Ji Weiyang had already changed his shoes at the entrance.

Lu Manyun is a sensible person, and she knows that An Qi must be ill again, which makes Ji Weiyang so embarrassed.She knew how difficult it was to take care of a schizophrenic and severely depressed patient.

"Weiyang, Auntie knows that you have worked hard for the past three years, but An Qi is a patient. No matter what she did wrong, I hope you can tolerate her."

"Auntie, I don't care how An Qi treats me, because I owe her that. But Zhanyan doesn't owe her anything. If she gets hurt a little bit, I will never continue to tolerate anyone." He said very clearly It was calm, but Lu Manyun still felt the coldness coming to her face, even with a little bit of ruthlessness.

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