Feng Sujin looked down from the top of the page, and her heart sank when she saw all kinds of curse words on her.
She thought she was immune to public opinion and didn't care, but when she saw these online comments comparing her and Jun Mohan, her heart still ached sharply.
She could bear whatever they said, but she felt uncomfortable when they said that she was not worthy of Jun Mohan and that she was not enough to be Jun Mohan's lover.
At this moment, Feng Sujin felt that her heart was suddenly soaked in ice water. Her hand holding the phone trembled and her face turned a little pale.
Could it be that just because she was abandoned by Lan Beichen in the past, she was not worthy of Jun Mohan
Feng Sujin simply couldn't accept such remarks.
She felt her eyes were a little sore.
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"Mayor Jun seems to love his wife very much."
"That's right. In order to clear Feng Sujin's name, she opened a Weibo account and sent messages. This explains everything."
"Feng Sujin is really lucky to be treated like this by Mayor Jun."
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The sound in her ears brought Feng Sujin back to her senses. Yes, she wanted to read Weibo.
When she opened Weibo, there was a recommendation at the top, which was the Weibo registered by Jun Mohan under his real name.
There is only one message, which was released not long ago this afternoon.
"My wife and I hope everyone can bless us."
Below is a photo of her and Jun Mohan's marriage certificate. Their photo was covered, only their names were exposed.
Looking at this Weibo, Feng Sujin's frozen heart melted, and she felt like her whole body was surrounded by warmth.
Her Mr. Jun usually doesn't say sweet words, but the words on Weibo made her feel warm and moved.
The word "lover" made Feng Sujin whisper it softly in her mouth, chewing it, and she felt particularly excited.
She put the phone on her heart and sniffed. Her husband was the best.
It was also because of Jun Mohan's Weibo that all the comments attacking Feng Sujin were attacked.
There are thousands of comments on Jun Mohan's Weibo. There are many blessings, and some people sadly asked why Jun Mohan chose her, Feng Sujin.
Jun Mohan replied to a few messages, not many, but one of them said, "She's good, as long as I know."
"We live as a couple, not for others to see."
"Thank you life for allowing us to meet."
Looking at the few sentences Jun Mohan replied, they were very brief, but every sentence moved Feng Sujin to the point of being moved.
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Back home, Feng Sujin saw the shoes on the shoe cabinet by the door and knew Jun Mohan was at home.
She closed the door, put her bag aside, put on her slippers, and hurried to the bedroom to find Jun Mohan.
I saw him in the study room, still facing the computer and reading Weibo.
Hearing the hurried footsteps, Jun Mohan turned around and saw Feng Sujin, his eyebrows softened, "Back?"
Feng Sujin's eyes turned red, and she ran over, hugged Jun Mohan, hugged him tightly, and rested her head on his shoulder, looking very dependent on him.
Jun Mohan took the opportunity to hold Feng Sujin on his lap and patted her butt gently, "What's going on? Did you see the news on the Internet?"
Feng Sujin smelled Jun Mohan's breath greedily, "I miss you."
Jun Mohan's heart suddenly rippled, and he gently stroked her back, "I just saw her this morning, and now I miss her?"
"Um."
After saying this word, Feng Sujin turned around and kissed Jun Mohan's lips.
Jun Mohan felt that something was wrong with Feng Sujin's mood, but when faced with his wife's active flirtation, his lower abdomen tightened.