The runaway wife of the president of the empire

Lying on his back on the hospital bed, his chest hurts more and more. It is said that women are a man's ribs, and even if his body recovers in the future, he will still suffer from pain.

Because he's missing a rib!That rib is Mu Yiyi!

She said, they both settled!

She chose Han Zhenyu, that scumbag, but not him.He didn't even think about giving him a chance to explain. He is not a man who likes to explain, but he is willing to change in order to keep her...

Can't she choose to trust him despite all the love she has poured into her? [

In this world, she was the only one who stepped on his heart with both feet!

Damn woman, he won't deliberately look for her again, as long as she bumps into his arms again, he will definitely kill her!

Mu Yiyi, it's best not to let me touch you, never!

The hand holding the cufflinks, the back of the hand was attached to the eye, and the hand was wet with tears.

Even though he hated her so much in his heart, he still couldn't help missing her, missing her, missing her...

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Casablanca, traditionally known as Casa Casa, is the largest city in Morocco.

Looking at the city from the sea, there are boundless blue sky and sea water above and below, with a high and low white outline in between.Sometimes the waves in the Atlantic are monstrous, but the water in the harbor is not.

The hotels, restaurants and various entertainment facilities along the coast are nestled under rows of neat and tall palm trees and orange trees, which has its beautiful and unique attraction.

At this moment, Mu Yiyi was lying in a hotel room with a very classic charm. She turned sideways, staring at the blue sea and blue sky outside the window in a daze.

In her hand, she was holding a silk handkerchief embroidered with embroidery and a one-euro coin, which were the only things she had left on her body.

"Are you awake?" Lin Siquan, carrying two bags of takeaway, pushed open the door and walked in, with a lethal smile on his handsome face.

He was wearing a white shirt and dark trousers. Such simple clothes could hardly conceal his inherent aristocratic temperament.

Mu Yi stuffed the things in his hand under the pillow, sat up slowly, looked at him and smiled.

She seemed to want to smile more casually, but the sadness in her eyes couldn't be concealed no matter what.

These days, the wound she had sutured was recovering little by little, but she never said a word about Lei Yufeng to Lin Siquan, and Lin Siquan didn't ask either.

"Eat more, you are not alone now!" Lin Siquan put the food box on the coffee table, found the spoon and handed it to Mu Yiyi's left hand.

"Thank you, Si Quan!"

"Why are you being polite to me?" Lin Siquan smiled gracefully and naturally. [

After dinner, Lin Siquan packed up the food box and asked, "Does your wound still hurt?"

"No more, it's just itchy sometimes, I think it's getting better soon." After finishing speaking, Mu Yiyi paused, and continued, "Siquan, you are different from before!"

Lin Siquan was startled for a moment, and then looked at the small but clean and tidy room. If it was before, they should have lived in the presidential suite!

To eat, either order room service, or go to the best restaurant, where can you order takeaway?

"I'm broke!" he laughs, which might be a reasonable explanation.

"Is it because... you saved me?"

"Don't! Don't think too much, it's not because of you!" The mission ended safely, and he dared not touch all the funds, accounts and contacts used to conceal his identity.