The runaway wife of the president of the empire

Low-pitched laughter echoed over the cemetery, adding a sense of eerieness to the whole atmosphere.

Lei Yufeng stood there, squinting his eyes slightly, his gaze was always on Mu Yiyi.

They seem to be very close, as if they are within reach, and he can even feel the familiar breath and body temperature that make him nostalgic, but it seems that there are thousands of mountains and rivers in between.

"It's so funny! It's the last time I laughed, so be happy!" Lei Ting said to Beitang Wu, but his eyes were looking at Mu Yiyi.

Her beauty is almost impeccable, her fair skin is as delicate as fine white porcelain, and her long, straight and soft hair like silk and satin flutters in the cold wind. [

That pair of beautiful misty big eyes with tears shining made her look indescribably ethereal, ethereal like an angel.

"A beautiful girl is a disaster!" At first glance, Lei Ting only had this adjective in his mind.

And there is only one reason for such disgust, her surname is Beitang!

"Lei Ting, I never thought we would still have the same idea!" Beitang Wu restrained his smile, and just as he finished speaking, he suddenly stood up.

He approached Lei Ting and snatched the pistol from Lei Ting's waist with lightning speed.

Everything happened so suddenly that no one had time to react, only Lei Yufeng, who was faster than Beitangwu, drew out his gun and aimed at him.

"boom!"

Beitang Wu's body shook violently, and he fell at Lei Ting's feet. Blood flowed out from the blood hole on his head, staining the driveway red.

Mu Yiyi was stunned, she never thought Beitang Wu would be able to stand up.

She stared blankly at Beitang Wu who was lying face up on the ground, and then at Lei Yufeng who was still holding a gun over there.

She felt that she should yell and cry bitterly, but the dry tears just left traces on her face and disappeared.

Facing the wind, her eyes were as empty as if there was nothing left.

Endless sorrow filled her like air inside and out.

She staggered forward, looked at the silent Beitang Wu, her legs softened, and she knelt down.

"Dad! Dad..." Mu Yi opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

She bit her lip, and firmly dug her ten fingers into the ground, grasping vigorously.

The lip was bitten out of blood, the beautiful nails were broken, and the fingertips were also bleeding.Ten fingers connected to a heart, but none of these can compare to her bloody heartache!

Because the incident happened suddenly, without Lei Ting and Lei Yufeng's words, no one dared to move.

The fragility of the young woman in front of them hurt their eyes! [

The gun in his hand fell to the ground, Lei Yufeng looked at Mu Yiyi, his amber eyes seemed to be empty, without spirit, and it seemed that his soul had been separated from his body.

Seeing her sad and painful, he wished he could hurt, feel sorry for her, and suffer for her.

It's a pity that at this time, he can only stand here like a waste, waiting for her to pronounce their fate.

He would rather she rushed over and yelled at him, reprimanded him loudly, and even hit him, kicked him, bit him...

It is better than such silence, such forbearance.

Because her silence is torturing him mercilessly, torturing his heart, torturing his feelings, torturing his courage and reason.

She has been changing him, making him less and less like herself.