The runaway wife of the president of the empire

After speaking, he turned and left the kitchen.

Mu Yiyi was slightly taken aback, then continued to decorate the cake with cream, chocolate and fruit.

……

"Getting that money can help Chi Yan regain his prestige. Chi Yan belongs to your Beitang family."

"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?" [

……

After decorating the cake, she put her hands on the finishing table, staring at the beautiful cake in a daze, the words Han Zhenyu said kept spinning in her mind.

Reorganize Chiyan, make a comeback, avenge my father...

The grievances and grievances of the two families are repeated, and the cycle is endless...

"When is it time to repay the injustice?" Mu Yiyi sighed, and said quietly, "Dad, I know you want to let go! Don't worry, I know what to do."

She folded the carton, carefully put the cake in, and tied a beautiful bow with a ribbon.

Carrying the cake to the living room, Han Zhenyu sat on the sofa with a coffee cup in his hand, frowning thoughtfully.

"Brother Zhenyu, I want to go out for a walk alone!"

Han Zhenyu turned his head abruptly, shaking his hands, the coffee in the cup splashed on his clothes, the maid hurriedly took out a tissue and wiped it for him.

"Get lost!" Han Zhenyu pushed the maid away and put the cup on the coffee table.

"No need, it's not raining much..." Mu Yiyi walked to the door and waved to the maid who came over with the umbrella.

"Girl, wait, I'll accompany you!" Han Zhenyu walked quickly to her side, "How can you do it alone? The Lei family..."

"They won't care about me anymore, Brother Zhenyu, I want to be alone. Dad's ashes are still upstairs, and I won't leave him alone."

"Look at what you said, I didn't mean that, I was really... worried about you," Han Zhenyu took out his wallet, took out a few hundred-yuan denominations of euros and stuffed them into Mu Yiyi's hand, "If you get lost, you can Give me a call and I'll pick you up!"

Mu Yiyi raised his head to look at him, his eyes regained the familiar tenderness, and the lines of his handsome features softened a lot.

"What are you looking at?" Han Zhenyu subconsciously touched the corners of his eyebrows that were still a little bruised.

"Brother Zhenyu, don't be too attached to some things!"

Han Zhenyu was startled, and when he realized, Mu Yiyi had already walked out of the gate.

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The rain is not heavy, a little sloppy, silky like cow hair, like embroidery needles.Floating on the face of the person, it is soft and cool.

Florence is not as powerful as Rome, nor as enchanting and charming as Venice. She is gentle and honest, like a flower that blooms slowly.

Mu Yiyi stood at Michelangelo Square and looked over. The whole ancient city was shrouded in continuous drizzle, as if it had been coated with a layer of cool veil.

Those thousands of years of marble from the Apennine volcano seemed to have life and breath in the rain, like flowers, decorating the lintel of the ancient city.

In every corner of the city, sculptures of angels and the Virgin can be seen everywhere. It seems that every building has a story, and every sculpture has a soul.

"Feng, this is your city, a city of blooming flowers!" Looking at the brown-red ancient city, Mu Yiyi pulled a far-fetched bitter smile from the corner of his mouth.

She carried the cake and stepped on the stone pavement exuding the warm light of the years. The patterns on it could no longer be seen, and it was easy to bring people into those ancient and distant times.