The beautiful wife of the president

After a moment of stalemate, Ji Weiyang sighed, got up and came to her side, stretching out his arms to embrace her into his chest, "Yanyan..."

"Let go, don't touch me~" Zhanyan roared suddenly, like an enraged little beast, pushed him away frantically, turned and ran outside. (?!

The car was speeding on the road, and she kept turning the steering wheel to overtake. This extremely irrational behavior was very dangerous. However, at this moment, Zhanyan almost lost her mind.Fortunately, there was no danger, the car stopped in front of the Municipal Art Institute.

At this time, it was still raining outside, and she stood alone in the cold rain, letting the rain penetrate her body.

Lu Manyun is an internationally renowned coloratura soprano. Although she seldom performed in these years, her reputation is still alive, and she is the nominal dean of the Municipal Academy of Arts and Arts.Her impression of Zhan Yan is very vague.She only saw her once at her grandmother's funeral. Lu Manyun was her mother's younger sister. Because she had a bad relationship with her grandmother, she almost never contacted her family. This aunt, who was almost a stranger to her, turned into a her biological mother.

No one understood how much Zhanyan longed for maternal love. Even if Lu Ruping didn't like her all the time, she would think of eleven million reasons to convince herself, but she never thought that the truth would be so unbearable and cruel.

At this moment, Zhanyan wished to see Lu Manyun immediately and hear her tell her that none of this is true, it is not true.

I don't know how long it took, but she really saw Lu Manyun coming out of the building of the Academy of Arts, but she was not alone, she embraced Lu Anqi's arm, with a kind smile on her face, I don't know what she said in Lu Anqi's ear After saying something, Lu Anqi laughed lowly, and leaned her head on Lu Manyun's shoulder coquettishly, and the mother and daughter sat in the black Mercedes-Benz car together.

The scene in front of her left Fei Lan in a daze, her feet felt as heavy as if they had been filled with lead.The maternal love she longed for never belonged to her.

Her lips, which were purple from the cold, trembled slightly, trying to call out: Mom, but no matter what, she couldn't make a sound.

The torrential rain was pouring down, and it hurt especially when it hit her body. She put her arms around her chest, and the moment she lowered her head, the sky above her head was actually clear.She looked up, and saw a large lattice umbrella propped upright above her head, with slender and strong fingers holding the umbrella handle, and the clear tobacco fragrance came from behind, which was a familiar smell to her.

The man's warm chest was already on her back, and his other arm gently held her in his arms, "Yanyan, tell me, what happened?"

Zhanyan turned around, looked at him pale and helpless, his voice was trembling, but his tone was surprisingly calm, "Ji Weiyang, if I wasn't Governor Wei's daughter, if... I was nothing, would you still Will you marry me?"

Ji Weiyang stared at her quietly, with a sunny smile on his lips, and the warmth of his palm covering her cheek. "Zhanyan, it doesn't matter if you don't have anything, as long as you have me, that's enough."

She looked up at him, with no expression on her pale face, but the tears in her clear eyes gradually gathered, and then, one after another, they fell silently.Her crying with restraint made people feel more distressed. If she didn't cry or make a fuss, her heart would often hurt more.

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