The runaway wife of the president of the empire

After only one glance, Lei Yufeng closed his eyes.

The tightly pursed lips trembled unnaturally, and a salty taste flowed quietly in his throat.

How could he be willing to treat her like this before?He was really going to be driven crazy by her!

He rushed into the bathroom as if fleeing, regardless of the injuries on his back, he stood directly under the shower and turned on the water hose, the hot water swished down, creating a thin layer of white mist.

Thinking of what Mu Yiyi had said, and the entangled emotions between them, he punched hard and hit the wall. [

Immediately, a great pain was sent to his heart through his hand, which calmed his depressed and restless heart a little.

Withdrew his hands, pursed his lips that were almost in a line, he quickly took a shower, wiped himself casually, put on a bathrobe and came out.

The curtains were drawn in the room, and the light was very dark.

He walked to the bed and silently watched the figure lying on it, without speaking for a long time.

Mu Yiyi lay on the bed weakly, closed her eyes and dared not look at him, her heart was in a mess, all the grievances and all the sorrows were intertwined, making her want to fall into a deep sleep , it is best not to wake up again.

The room was extremely quiet, as if only the restless heartbeats of each other could be heard.

After a long time, after a sound of rustling footsteps, the heavy wooden door was opened and then slammed shut, and Mu Yi, who was curled up, was startled by the violent sound.

Is he gone?

Turning her head to look in the direction of the door, Mu Yi's body was almost curled together, and the continuous pain disturbed her mind.

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A week later, the Lei family cemetery.

In the cemetery, the tombstones were lined up neatly, and the green onions that symbolized life caught Lei Yufeng's deep gaze.

The solemn and well-ordered cemetery is the symbol and symbol of the Lei family, with strict hierarchy.

In the cemetery under the shadow of a huge banyan tree, occasionally the sun's light spots are projected on the desolate stone tablet in front of the tomb. The jumping light reflects the scars and painful memories that the years have brought to a family.

Several tall men in black suits presented flowers in front of each stone tablet respectively, while Lei Yufeng went straight to one of the tombs, bent down and put the white roses in his hand in front of the tombstone.

He caressed the cold stone tablet, on which were engraved the names and dates of birth and death of his parents. When they passed away, they were still very young.

Mom really likes white roses, Lei Yufeng recalled in his mind the beautiful and kind face of his mother, the deep amber eyes were somewhat cool and wet, and there was a icy light shining in the bottom of his eyes.

As Mu Yiyi said, what should be settled must be settled after all.

He touched the handwriting with his slender and vigorous fingertips, and the sadness in his heart was replaced by another emotion, which was very complicated and usually made him feel extremely powerless. [

Just because I thought of her?Mu Yiyi?Beitang Jing?

The corner of the man's resolute mouth pulled out a self-deprecating arc. Her influence on him has never diminished.

Immediately, his expression became solemn again, and the line of his jaw was tense.

Originally, he was never tempted by death, emotion, gain and loss.

It's just that fate played a joke on him and gave him a woman. In a short time since then, he has tasted all those feelings that he never took to heart one by one.