The beautiful wife of the president

I remember on the wedding night, he told her calmly, "I'm very busy, if there's nothing else, I might not come back. ~ *@However, parents are waiting to have grandchildren, you calculate the ovulation period every month, Make an appointment with my secretary."

Therefore, he only came back on the night of the eighth of every month, had a good time with her, and left after dawn.This kind of marriage lasted for three years, and they spent only 48 nights together for three years.Zhanyan felt like a sad concubine in the ancient harem, looking forward to his arrival. Luckily, she lost hope in the endless darkness and waiting.

When Ji Weiyang came out of the bathroom, Zhanyan was already lying on the bed, motionless, leaving only his thin back.

She felt him fall beside her, the mattress was deeply sunken, and the smell of clean body soap wafted in the air.

In the darkness, the familiar big palm caressed her smooth skin wantonly, coldly and aggressively, climbing up along her flat belly.

"Does it have to be like this? I don't want to today." She suddenly pressed his hand and refused coldly.

His arms were wrapped around her waist, his warm chest pressed against her cold back. "Why?" he asked nonchalantly.

"I'm not feeling well today." She said casually, but the next moment, his generous palm had already covered the top of her head.

"I don't have a fever, but I'm a little tired." She pulled his hand down her forehead.

"Yeah." He snorted nasally and turned around.Not long after, his breathing gradually became silent.

Zhanyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps, this is the only advantage of this man, she rarely said 'no' to him, but as long as she did, he never forced her to do anything, including sex of course.

With a headache, Zhanyan got up halfway through the night, but the seat beside her was already empty, she saw that the coat on the sofa was still there, but he didn't leave.

She sat quietly on the bed, and through the slightly open door, Zhanyan heard a man's gentle voice vaguely coming from the direction of the balcony, "Do you still feel uncomfortable? Be good, I'll go back to accompany you tomorrow..."

Zhanyan's hands were tightly clutching the thin quilt on her body, she really wanted to rush out, and asked him loudly, "Ji Weiyang, what is our marriage in your eyes?"

But, she can't.Once something is broken, it means that it is about to be lost.Now, this marriage is the only thing she has, and she can't afford to lose it.

The eastern sky has just turned pale.

Zhanyan almost stayed up all night, she groped into the bathroom, a pale and haggard face was reflected in the mirror, she smiled wryly, pressed her fingertips on her sore temples, and took the liquid foundation with the other hand, while her fingers Slip, with a snap, the glass bottle slipped out of my palm and shattered to the ground.

She hurriedly lowered down to pick it up, her fingertips hurt, and the sharp piece of glass mercilessly cut a deep wound in her palm, and blood gushed out instantly. "Ah!" She fell helplessly to the ground, buried her face in her knees, her shoulders trembled, and tears flowed down inexplicably, with indescribable grievances.

What did she do wrong?Why do you have to bully her, even a glass bottle can't get along with her.

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