The runaway wife of the president of the empire

Lin Siquan put his arms around her shrugging shoulders and comforted her in a low voice: "Okay! It's all over, everything is over!"

Mu Yiyi nodded sadly, suddenly couldn't restrain the sadness in his heart, turned around and fell on Lin Siquan's shoulder, weeping sadly.

Although everything has passed, how can the sadness and suffering along the way be justified in a few words?

She has lost too much, and among them, losing her father and Lei Yufeng is the most unbearable pain for her.

Almost every night she would dream of Lei Yufeng, the man who built the house in her heart, dreaming of his hug, his doting, his smile. [

I also dreamed of his coldness, his cruelty, and his ruthlessness!

She will never forget the scene of her father dying in front of her eyes, and she will never forget who shot her father.

Lei Yufeng is her life and her catastrophe!

Along the way, Lin Siquan silently comforted Mu Yiyi, most of her crying was because of Lei Yufeng, he knew this very well.

Beitangwu's urn was placed on his lap, he held Mu Yiyi with one hand, and held the cold box symbolizing the undead with the other.

His chin rested on the top of Mu Yiyi's hair, and his gaze was fixed on the receding scenery outside the car window.

The atmosphere in the car was somewhat depressing, and Feiying watched the handsome, elegant, restrained and mature man in front of him from the rearview mirror from time to time.

"Does the third young master want to stay for a short time or stay permanently?" Feiying's big bright eyes stared closely at the handsome face in the rearview mirror, and his heart moved inexplicably.

"I'll leave after I've arranged everything!" Lin Siquan replied in a deep voice.

When everything is settled down, he should be busy with his work.

"It's a pity, I still hope that you can..., I think, Miss will need you very much!"

Lin Siquan looked down at Mu Yiyi who was still sobbing, without saying a word, thoughtful.

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The farm is located in the outskirts of Sao Paulo. The nearly 800-square-meter building exudes a rustic and modern taste from the inside out.

High ceilings and exposed beams make the overall design extraordinarily atmospheric and refined.

Original trim and modern wood paneling give this farmhouse a classic yet realistic beauty.

But Mu Yiyi had no intention of admiring all of this, and only urged Feiying to take her to see her sick mother.

Through the hall, the eagle took them to a spacious bedroom on the ground floor with a window facing the garden.

The room was large, although it was raining outside and the sky was dark.But the huge glass windows let in a lot of light in the room. [

A specially made comfortable hospital bed specially set up for patients is placed in the center of the room, and some medical instruments are placed on the cabinet next to the hospital bed. The beeping sound and curves on it indicate that lying on the hospital bed is a woman who still has vital signs .

Mu Yiyi's heart was beating uncontrollably, she turned around and took Beitangwu's urn from Lin Siquan's hand, walked slowly to the bed, and bent slightly.

A thin and slender woman lay quietly on the hospital bed, her eyes were tightly closed, her cheeks were fair and thin, and her lips were very pale.

Her facial features are beautiful, and they are very similar to Mu Yiyi. Mu Yiyi's heart tightens. This is her mother, and her mother's name is Ye Xinyi.

From now on, the mother and the child in her womb will be the closest people to her in the world.