The runaway wife of the president of the empire

In her eyes, Han Zhenyu is not a strong man, let alone a man who will hurt her.

Han Zhenyu pinched her slender chin with his big palm without hesitation, clamped her like a wrench, and forced her to look up.

With a little ingenuity in his hands, her red lips opened slightly involuntarily.

"Let me go...well..." Mu Yiyi wanted to lower her head in resistance, but Han Zhenyu firmly held the back of her head with his other hand, then swooped down with his head, and pressed his slightly hot lips against her. Her slightly cold lips.

There was no deep kiss, no passion, just a light touch, licking off the blood bit by bit, the stimulation of saliva intensified the pain on her lips. [

Her blood is both fishy and sweet, but to Han Zhenyu, it has a special delicious taste.

"Clap" sound.

When Mu Yiyi pushed him away forcefully, he slapped him hard without thinking.

Han Zhenyu tilted his head slightly, raised his hand to touch the hot cheek, stared at her and smiled coldly.

"Girl, I know that you will hate me. What I did today will definitely make you hate me. But..."

With tears in the corners of Mu Yi's eyes, he looked at him with shame and indignation.

This man used to be the best and most desperate dream of her entire childhood, youth, and even her entire life.

But the years are ruthless, and all the dreams are shattered.

Everything has changed!

Han Zhenyu withdrew his hand clasping the back of her head, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with pity, but his tone was gloomy and cold, full of threats: "But, girl... I don't regret it, no matter what I do , that's all your fault!"

"Are we? Brother Zhenyu... Where is Dad?" Mu Yiyi seemed to understand something, and wiped his lower lip with the back of his hand.

"It's fine for him to kiss you, but if I kiss you, do you think it's dirty?"

"I love him!"

"But I love you! You can't say you love me and turn around to love someone else, have you thought about it for me? It's hard for me to accept the fact that you are Lei Yufeng's wife..."

"I'm not his mistress, we love each other!" Mu Yiyi retorted loudly.

"Then take back your love for him, I love you, girl, haven't you always thought so? Am I not your dream?"

"No, you don't love me!" Mu Yiyi shook his head sadly, "You don't love me at all, you're just not reconciled!"

Han Zhenyu's eyes were stained with a trace of scarlet because of anger, he traveled thousands of miles to Lei Yufeng's territory, apart from hatred, what was left was his love for Mu Yiyi?

But she kept saying that she didn't love her, how could she not love her? [

"You're not me, how do you know I don't love you?" He growled angrily.

"Brother Zhenyu, I don't want to discuss this with you anymore. I just want to know... where is my father waiting for me?"

"In Paris!" he replied impatiently.

"You lied to me!"

Han Zhenyu looked at her tear-stained face, was silent for a while, and then said: "He really went to Paris, maybe he's on his way!"

"You let him go to Paris, but you want to take me to another place. You want to use him to distract Lei Yufeng. He is in a wheelchair. If he is caught, can he escape?" Mu Yiyi looked at Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of him, a kind of sadness with a breath of death passed through his heart.