The runaway wife of the president of the empire

He suppressed the joy in his heart, and ordered his subordinates to go back to the villa to bring Beitang Wu's ashes.

"Si Quan, are you injured?" Mu Yiyi asked worriedly.

Lin Siquan had already put on his own clothes before coming up, and there were some blood stains on the white shirt.

"Small skin trauma, trivial! Yiyi, what do you want to do with him?" Lin Siquan looked at Han Zhenyu who was lying on the floor.

"I don't know! For a while, I wanted to shoot him to death, but I couldn't make up my mind. Siquan, am I useless?" [

"No! You are great and brave! Really!" Lin Siquan stepped forward to hug her, went down her arm, and took the pistol she was holding tightly out of her hand, "It's okay Yes! Yiyi, you are very brave!"

After calming down, Mu Yiyi thought for a while, and said to Jian Chuan: "Call the doctor! Now, his immortality is not a big threat to you."

In the end, she still couldn't help herself, maybe letting go of those who hurt her was cruel to herself.But there is no way, she is such a woman, she would rather bear it by herself than hurt anyone.

Now that the goal has been achieved, it is necessary to forgive and forgive others.

Looking at Han Zhenyu, Mu Yiyi felt as if he had passed away.

The hand stretched out by the boy in the memory is getting farther and farther away from her...

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Sao Paulo, Brazil.

Thin raindrops fell on the driveway outside the airport waiting room, and several black sports cars stopped beside Mu Yiyi and Lin Siquan.

Several bodyguards in black got out of the cars behind and opened the door of one of them.

A high-heeled silver leather boot stretched out, and a short black skirt wrapped her upright buttocks on her slender and fair legs.

A young, beautiful, shrewd and capable woman got out of the car. Her mixed-race and exquisite facial features had the mystery of Chinese and the gorgeousness of Westerners.

"Miss Beitang, hello! I'm Feiying!" Feiying bowed to Mu Yi respectfully. Elegant.

She wore a silver high-waisted coat over a black wrap dress, which accentuated her tall and slim figure.

"Thank you for sending our master and miss back, Third Young Master!" Feiying raised his red lips to Lin Siquan, who was holding Beitangwu's urn.

Her body dodged to the side, and all the bodyguards standing behind came over, stood solemnly, and saluted Beitang Wu's ashes.

Then he turned to Mu Yiyi and saluted politely: "Miss Beitang!"

Mu Yiyi always thought that Feiying was a man, so when he saw that the beautiful and capable Feiying was a beautiful woman, he was really surprised.

After a group of people saluted her, she came back to her senses and nodded politely. [

After getting into the car, Mu Yi asked, "Feiying, my mother... is she okay?"

Feiying, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat in the front row, turned around and replied with a smile: "Madam is fine, don't worry, miss! Her vital signs are very stable, and she will feel it when you go. I'm thinking, when you come, It is excellent news for Madam's condition. She will wake up for you."

Mu Yiyi's mood was a little excited, but also a little sour.She was about to meet her biological mother, but her father was gone, leaving her and her mother forever.

She reached out and touched the urn, choked up and said, "Dad, we are back together!"