Has the wolfish president had enough trouble?

"Uh...uh..."

A female voice suddenly sounded, and then, an absolutely eye-catching hand-to-hand battle between a man and a woman appeared on the computer screen. Lan Jingyi was taken aback. Although she had known about her husband Lu Wentao and Mo Xiaoxue's relationship for a long time, but, But I never thought that there would be a day when I could clearly see the picture of them together through the video.

Lan Jingyi twisted the corners of her clothes, quietly staring at the camera in the computer in a daze.

How long has she maintained this posture, she doesn't know, her consciousness has drifted to nowhere, only, the man in her mind, her husband, Lu Wentao, is a handsome and extremely cold man. "Come and take a look, the community's publicity wall is full of photos and banners, come and take a look..." A somewhat excited female voice came from the window, which also interrupted Lan Jingyi's chaotic thoughts.

But no matter who it is, it has nothing to do with her. She just wants to curl up in her own world and avoid all the confusion of gunpowder smoke.

But, this was just her own wishful thinking. Just as she continued to sit in front of the computer and turned off the video received in the mailbox and chose to just look at Lu Wentao's photo in a daze, the woman's voice came from downstairs again. , "Lan Jingyi, are you in the room? Come down quickly, it's your husband and another woman..."

Heart skipped a beat, reflexively, Lan Jingyi stood up, and then rushed to the balcony, the crowd was bustling in front of the publicity board downstairs, definitely busier than the vegetable market, everyone was looking at the publicity board Gossip about the content on the Internet.

"It's Lu Wentao, isn't he Lan Jingyi's husband? Why is he walking hand in hand with a woman?"

"Look, that girl is really pretty."

"This woman looks familiar, I think I've seen it before?" The aunt who called Lan Jingyi downstairs just said to herself, but her naturally loud voice conveyed everything to the balcony of the sixth floor. In Lan Jingyi's ears, even if she couldn't see clearly from a distance, she could guess what was posted on the bulletin board.

She turned around like an ostrich, and fell on the bed like an ostrich. She didn't want to pay attention to the commotion downstairs. Those things had nothing to do with her. It seemed that God was more or less fair. It was only for her to expose Lu Wentao and Mo Xiaoxue in this way. A bit of consolation from this real wife, Mo Xiaoxue stole her husband, Mo Xiaoxue was sent by God, and she was exposed without her help, this is God's will, Mo Xiaoxue deserves it.

Lying on the cold big bed in the room, the bed is big, it is a marriage bed, and married men and women can roll around on it at will, but this does not include her and Lu Wentao who are already husband and wife.

They only rolled once.

To be exact, it wasn't a real sexual intercourse, it was just that she was lying under him, and he was mistaken for Mo Xiaoxue by the drunk...

All the memories, except pain is pain, from the day of marriage to this moment, it never stops.

The door seems to be open.

Lu Wentao's masculine breath rushed towards his face, and then, he stopped in front of the bed. When Lan Jingyi faintly opened his eyes, the collar of the pajamas had been pulled up, and the hand holding the soft and thin fabric was tightening, Lu Wentao seemed to be He growled like he wanted to strangle her, "Lan Jingyi, you got your wish, you just want to slander me and Xiaoxue, don't you? But she's not mistress, you are."

Is she a mistress?

She frowned, her current identity is his reasonable and legal wife.

With a soft smile, "Would you believe me if I said that those downstairs have nothing to do with me?"