The runaway wife of the president of the empire

"It's okay! Only a small piece was moved, although it's not complete, it's okay!" She bent down to open the cupboard, and rummaged through it carefully, "I don't know where they put the candles?"

"No, don't look for it anymore! Or, call Weixi here..."

"No, it's late, they should all have a rest! Just the two of us, it's good!" Mu Yiyi closed the cabinet door and walked over.

Lei Yufeng pulled her to sit beside her and picked up a fork to fork the cake.

"Hey! Make a wish!" Mu Yiyi pressed the back of his hand. [

He looked at the cake without answering.

He hasn't had a birthday cake since his parents passed away.

Because every birthday when his mother was alive, he would eat sweet and exquisite cakes baked by her own hands.

Therefore, if he could ignore the birthday later, he did his best to ignore it.

There will be birthday cake, but I won't eat it again.

Because he ate it, he would remember that he pulled out the branch on his mother's chest, and he couldn't forget the bright red liquid that spewed out.

Because after eating, he will miss the taste that belongs to his mother, and he can't forget that he was once happy just like other children.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to make a wish?"

"Have you made a birthday wish?" Lei Yufeng asked hoarsely.

"Yes!" Since she was ten years old, every birthday wish of hers was to meet the boy in her memory.

"Has it been achieved?"

Mu Yiyi smiled bitterly: "It took 11 years to realize it, but after realizing it, I realized that everything is not so beautiful!"

"Huh? What are you talking about? A wish that has been made for 11 years has come true, but it's not good?"

She smiled concealedly, and suddenly felt that she was very strange. Why did she say these things to him? It was a bit inexplicable.

She glanced at him, pointed at the cake and said, "Eat the cake! If you like it, make a wish!"

"Yes!"

"So fast?" She put her elbows on the finishing table, put her hands on her face, and just stared at him.

"What's so interesting," he ate the cake slowly and gracefully, and fed a piece into her mouth. "What wish did you make before? Tell me!"

His expression and tone were very flat, but he felt a little blocked in his heart. [

Because his intuition told him that the wish made by this little girl was definitely related to Han Zhenyu, and her loss at this time was also caused by Han Zhenyu.

"You're a gossip!"

"Confused?"

"What's wrong with me? By the way, how old are you?"

Lei Yufeng seemed very dissatisfied with her way of questioning, and replied angrily: "26!"

"Oh! That...you...were...on the phone with...little brother just now?" She asked carefully.

In fact, in her heart, she still felt a little guilty and worried about the big boy who said he loved her.

Moreover, she no longer knew how to face him in the future.

Lei Yufeng was startled when he heard that, and then realized who the little brother she was talking about was.

So he responded lightly: "Yes!"

"That's right! It's your birthday! He must say happy birthday to you!"

"Hmm!" The man was still neither salty nor salty.

"Is he... okay?"

"very good!"

Now, Mu Yiyi also felt clumsy, and after a while, the kitchen was extremely quiet.

There is a faint, indescribable atmosphere lingering in the air, but it tugs at people's hearts from time to time, making people disturbed and restless.