The president's wife

Chapter 223
When the first ray of sunlight came in through the window in the morning, Lin Xiangyuan raised his hand to block the light in front of his eyes and woke up.

It was only after he moved that he realized that something was wrong. It seemed that there was an extra person on the bed, and a woman's arm just rested on his chest.

The severe pain in his head reminded him of his hangover last night, but he had some vague memories of what happened yesterday.

Yesterday he originally went to Ye Chengrui's villa to look for An Youchen, but found that the person in An Youchen's heart was Ye Chengrui, even if he lost his mind, he still only recognized him.

He ran to the bar to drink in frustration, and then a woman came over.

That woman, he hasn't seen her face clearly since now, but she seems to be Ye Chengyu's lover.

Therefore, Zijin was beaten in a bar after being drunk, and it seemed that another woman saved Zijin in the end.

She sent herself back, but then she mistook her for An Youchen
The more Lin Xiangyuan thought about it, the deeper he frowned, and the more he hated himself.

He didn't expect that he would betray his feelings for An Youchen so easily. Lin Xiangyuan, who couldn't forgive himself for a while, suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, without even looking at the woman he had spent the night with.

Huang Weiya faintly woke up from Lin Xiangyuan's rough movements, her whole body was sore as if she was falling apart, and the discomfort from her legs reminded her of the passionate moment last night.

"Xiang Yuan." Huang Weiya opened her eyes, looked at Lin Xiangyuan who had already got out of bed and put on her clothes, and smiled lazily.

Lin Xiangyuan paused for a moment with his button-pressing fingers, and his whole body was tense, appearing a little nervous.

This voice is very familiar. In the past few years, every task handover has been heard through online voice, and he really heard it in person a few days ago.

Lin Xiangyuan stiffened his back in disbelief, not daring to turn around to confirm and confirm the thoughts in his heart, and he didn't need to prove anything.

He could easily hear Huang Weiya's voice, and he could even hear her emotions and mood through the subtle changes in her tone.

At this time, her voice was hoarse and lazy, and her voice was short and clean. It could be heard that she was in a good mood now.

Huang Weiya saw that Lin Xiangyuan's movements were stagnant, but she didn't intend to turn her head back, her heart skipped a beat, and she raised her voice, "Don't you even have to look at me?"

Obviously last night was so tender, and the distance between the two is already the closest in the world, but this time she opened her eyes and fell into such a weird atmosphere, Huang Weiya's original good mood disappeared.

Lin Xiangyuan lowered his eyes and slowly buttoned his buttons, and said lightly, "It's not the first time I've seen you, and I don't care about it after seeing it for so many years."

Huang Weiya didn't expect that Lin Xiangyuan wouldn't even coax herself a little, and just muddled things like this.

He lifted the quilt and got off the bed, stepped on the soft carpet with bare feet, walked over and hugged Lin Xiangyuan from behind.

"Have you forgotten last night?"

Lin Xiangyuan stood there motionless, he was thinking about something with his downcast eyes, he hesitated to speak about Huang Weiya's question.

He wanted to tell her that he had misidentified her, but he was afraid of hurting this pure and persistent woman whom he treated as his younger sister.

Little did they know, such damage had already been done yesterday.

After a long time, Lin Xiangyuan raised his hand to cover the hand tightly clasped around his waist, and sighed.

"Via, I."

"You don't need to say anything, I understand." Huang Weiya's voice paused, her cheek was pressed against his back, a bitter smile appeared in her eyes, as if speaking to the organizer.

"I know that the person in your heart is not me, and I also know that you got drunk last night for a woman named An Youchen. But do you know, I have liked you for seven whole years."

Huang Weiya's voice was a little choked and trembling, but there was a happy smile in her eyes, and the hands around his waist were tightly clasped together.

"But I don't regret saving you at the bar yesterday and sending you back. All of this is voluntary, and I won't let you be responsible. It's my business that I like you, and it has nothing to do with you."

A drop of hot tear slid down the corner of his eye and onto the clothes on his back, soaking in, still carrying her warmth.

"I just hope that from now on, you and I can still be friends like before, okay?"

After finishing speaking, Huang Weiya let go of Lin Xiangyuan, and quickly returned to the bed and pulled the quilt to wrap herself up.

Lin Xiangyuan turned his head with an annoyed expression, looked at Huang Weiya who had already covered half of his head with the quilt, and walked over.

Huang Weiya turned her back to Lin Xiangyuan, but she could feel his eyes on her, with guilt and annoyance, "Weiya, I'm sorry."

"You don't need to say sorry, I'm already an adult, I know what I'm doing." Huang Weiya huddled under the quilt and replied in a low voice, "It's getting late, you have to go to work, I want to sleep for a while."

Standing by the bed, Lin Xiangyuan saw that Huang Weiya didn't seem to want to talk to him, she opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.

After standing for a long time, he turned and left, and soon there was the sound of closing the door.

Huang Weiya just got out of the quilt at this time, tears streaming down her face.

It was predicted that Lin Xiangyuan might not come back tonight and during the day, Huang Weiya sat on the bed for a long time before slowly getting up.

After washing, he threw his dirty clothes from yesterday into the washing machine, and cleaned up the places where her traces were left one by one.

Lin Xiangyuan is a man who loves cleanliness and has a bit of a cleanliness habit, so Huang Weiya removed all the bedding from his bed.

He took out his washed clothes from the washing machine, stuffed the dismantled bed into it, and then turned it over to the electric iron to dry it and put it on again.

Just as he was about to dry the washed bedding, Ye Chengrui's phone call came in.

"Where are you?" Ye Chengrui's voice still sounded that cold, without the slightest warmth.

Huang Weiya felt guilty for no reason, and lied casually, "I'm about to go out."

On the phone, Ye Chengrui asked suspiciously, "You didn't go to work today?"

"Something happened last night, it will be a little later today." Huang Weiya lied, her face not blushing, but she heard a familiar female voice on the phone.

"A Rui, come here quickly, I can't wear this dress"

Huang Weiya was taken aback when she heard this voice, it was An Youchen's voice.

She raised her wrist to check the time. It's only past nine o'clock in the morning, how could there be An Youchen's voice beside Ye Chengrui?

And that sentence, what does it mean that the clothes can't be worn?
After a brief silence on the phone, Huang Weiya heard a 'boo', and An Youchen said cheerfully, "This is a reward for you!"

It seems that Ye Chengrui's statement that An Youchen is his woman is not false.

Soon Ye Chengrui's voice came again, "I have something to ask you to cooperate."

(End of this chapter)