The runaway wife of the president of the empire

"Oh! When will you be back?"

Mu Yi stood up all the time, looked at the calm Ye Xinyi: "Aren't you asking where we are going?"

"Florence!" Ye Xinyi smiled.

Mu Yiyi cast her puzzled eyes on Feiying again, Feiying looked at her and shrugged, but said nothing.

"Lei Yufeng called me!" A complex expression flashed in Ye Xinyi's eyes. [

Regarding Lei Yufeng, if you don't look at his identity, he should be an excellent man. As a son-in-law, he must be the kind that every mother-in-law would not reject.

She doesn't mind at all now, but simply hopes that her daughter and grandson can be happy.

Therefore, her mood and thoughts will be a bit complicated.

"What?" Mu Yiyi raised his voice in surprise, "He called you?"

What is this man doing?When did you call?How could she not know?

One by one, question marks circled around in her mind.

Ye Xinyi nodded and continued: "He reassured me that he would take good care of you. Let me... let me hand you and Chenchen over to him with peace of mind."

"You promised?"

"If a man like Lei Yufeng sincerely lowers his posture, no one can refuse. What's more, he is not only Chenchen's father, but also the man you have always loved in your heart. I have no other thoughts , I will slowly accept him, so the next thing is up to you to handle. Jing, your happiness, Lei Yufeng's happiness, and Chenchen's happiness are all in your hands." Ye Xinyi hugged Mu Yiyi into her arms, stroked her hair, and said softly, "I know you haven't fully figured it out, otherwise you won't go with him tonight. Don't torture yourself, mom will feel bad of."

Mu Yi leaned his head on Ye Xinyi's shoulder, thinking of the man who had been trying his best to be nice to her and lowered his posture to please her, a burst of inexplicable sadness slowly spread in his heart.

……

After taking a bath, Mu Yiyi went to his son's room, and Lei Haochen had already fallen asleep.

His little head was resting on the pillow, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked up, as if he was having a beautiful dream.

She bent down and kissed her son gently on the face: "Good night! Baby!"

Gently closing the door, Mu Yi went downstairs to the studio. She didn't turn on the overhead light, but turned on the soft wall lamp by the wall.

Walking over, she lifted the white cloth covering the wooden easel, and a lifelike oil painting with beautiful artistic conception was displayed in front of her eyes.

The background of the oil painting is the Spanish Steps in Rome, Italy. Two young people are standing leisurely by the stone railing in the middle of the Spanish Steps.

The man leaned against the stone railing with his hands in his trouser pockets. He lowered his head and looked intently at the woman in front of him.

The woman put her hands behind her back, raised her face, and looked at the handsome face above her head with a smile. [

The tacit understanding and tenderness between them are vividly displayed on the screen.

The warm lighting in the studio makes the whole oil painting look more romantic and beautiful.

This painting was not finished yet, but since she saw the oil painting she painted in the bedroom of the half-mountain villa that day, she has been rushing in the past few days, but she has driven the painting out.

She wanted to paint a painting that truly belonged to her and Lei Yufeng, and the oil painting that entrusted her 11-year dream should have disappeared from their lives.