The runaway wife of the president of the empire

Mu Yi turned his head to look at Han Zhenyu, with some doubts in his expression: "Do you want to know something? Is it about the money they said?"

"Of course not, I just want you to know that Beitang Wu... Oh! That means your father is a very rich man." Han Zhenyu's eyes flickered, his expression unnatural.

"Money is originally something outside the body, but it can change a person's disposition!"

"Are you talking about me? Girl..." Han Zhenyu laughed at himself, "Did I ever lack money in the past? Who is this thanks to?"

It's really sad to think that he, the president of the Evergrande Group, has fallen to such a point now! [

Involuntarily, his hatred for Lei Yufeng increased a bit.

Seeing that Mu Yiyi was silent, he walked up to her and looked at her and said, "Getting that money can help Chi Yan regain his prestige. Chi Yan belongs to your Beitang family."

"Chi Yan? If you like it, take it! I don't know what Chi Yan..."

"Don't you understand? If you marry me, I will help your Beitang family to make a comeback, and I can also help you avenge your father. Beitang Jing, do you want your father to die in vain?" Han Zhenyu raised his voice.

The expression on Mu Yiyi's face still didn't change much, as if what Han Zhenyu said had nothing to do with her.

"Girl, don't challenge my patience. I ask for your opinion and let you go with me. That is respect for you. Otherwise, I would have tied you to Thailand a long time ago. You should have been my Han Zhenyu's woman."

"I am who I am, I belong to no one!"

"you……"

"Ding dong!" The oven stopped running and made a crisp sound.

Putting on thick cotton gloves, Mu Yiyi opened the oven and brought out the scented cake that had already formed.

Han Zhenyu had a slightly sullen face, leaning on the finishing table and looking at Mu Yiyi's slender figure, as if he had returned to City A in a trance, and returned to the classroom where Mu Yiyi taught painting.

That day, she drew a beautiful sunflower in full bloom on the blackboard with chalk.Then, under the flower, wrote a line of words:

Sunflowers are always chasing the direction of the sun. When they bloom, they are as bright and bright as the sun, and the color is full of sunshine.

Then she threw down the chalk, leaned against the table on the podium, folded her hands on her chest, and stared at the flowers and words on the blackboard in a daze.

And she, in his eyes, has always been a brilliant sunflower.

At that time, he didn't know who would be her sunshine in the future?Who will give her warmth?Who will have her perfect bloom?

Thinking about it, the corners of Han Zhenyu's eyes were slightly hot. He recalled what he said at the time. He said that he happened to come here to do something, and he happened to remember that she was in class here. It happened to be dinner time, and he happened to see her, so he invited her It's nice to have dinner together.

What a fool!Why don't you just say that you just love her?

In this case, the life trajectory of both of them will be completely changed, and they should be very happy. [

At that time, he will be the happiest man in the world, because he can be loved by her.

"Girl! Believe it or not, I love you!" After Han Zhenyu finished speaking, he went up to stroke Mu Yiyi's shoulder with one hand, and patted it lightly, "I'll give you a little more time, I don't want to force you. Now that you are like this, I can't let you go, understand?"