The runaway wife of the president of the empire

"What are you talking about so happily?" At this moment, Lei Yufeng said as he walked towards this side, "Wei Xi, tell them to put breakfast in the garden!"

He wanted to sleep at first, but without Mu Yiyi by his side, he no longer felt sleepy.

"Yes, Mr. Lei!" Wei Xi secretly smiled at Mu Yiyi, then turned and left.

"What were you talking about just now?" Lei Yufeng stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Mu Yiyi's slender waist from behind.

"Speaking the language of flowers!" [

"Flower language?"

"Hey! Girls' topics, what are you mixing?" In fact, she likes sunflowers, and its flower language is also one of the reasons.

Silent love, her love is silent, but I didn't expect that after 11 years of silence, she still couldn't say it.

"Yiyi, how have you been these two days?"

"Me! I met Si Quan at the Autumn Art Museum..."

"Si Quan?" His face darkened, and his powerful arms tightened, as if he wanted to strangle her waist.

"That's right! Lin Siquan, I didn't expect him to be able to draw. That pair of sunflowers is really well painted. I can only bow down."

"And then?" A cold light flashed in his amber eyes.

"Then! We went to the orphanage together, and he promised me to increase the budget for the orphanage. He also promised to open the orphanage regularly for free for the children there." Mu Yiyi couldn't see him because his back was facing Lei Yufeng A handsome face with an increasingly ugly expression.

"And then what?"

"And then..." Mu Yiyi thought of Qin Yida, and then the mark on Lei Yufeng's chest, and fell silent.

"Speak!" His voice suddenly raised, revealing the usual coldness.

"What are you talking about?" Mu Yiyi broke away from him vigorously and asked, "Then tell me, how have you spent the past two days?"

"Miss you!"

"Not this! I'm asking about the night!"

"I still miss you!"

She pouted her lips in displeasure, and walked to the dinner table that the servant had already set.

miss her?Go to hell!

Do you think she can still think of the traces left by other women? [

She sat down, looked at the man who was walking towards this side, and watched him sit down opposite her.

"I know who you're with!" She picked up the porridge, only to realize that there was only Chinese breakfast on the table.

"From now on, we'll eat the same thing!" He said flatly without giving her a chance to continue the topic.

"then you……"

"If you like, we can have Italian food together, or Western food! We must eat together!" Lei Yufeng said the last sentence, we must eat together, especially emphatically.

"You don't like it, why force it?"

"I'm not forcing it, I'm slowly getting used to it!" Lei Yufeng drank a bowl of porridge, pushed the empty bowl lightly, and the servant quickly filled it for him for another night.

"It's good to drink porridge, it nourishes the stomach!"

"So, you have to drink more, your stomach is bad!" His tone was very light, but there was no lack of concern in it.

"Then... shall we have hot pot tonight?"

"Greasy! Spicy! Stimulating! It's not good for the stomach!" He really didn't know what is delicious about hot pot.

"I haven't eaten for a long time, the taste, tsk tsk..."

"No way! I remember you just ate it not long ago, and you got drunk after eating it!"

When Mu Yiyi saw him talking about the time he went to eat hot pot with Han Zhenyu, he was a little upset.

She lowered her head and picked up a small steamed bun with her chopsticks, and said, "Forget it if you don't go, I will go by myself at night, and you can eat Italian food at home alone!"