The runaway wife of the president of the empire

"Feng, can you take away my timidity? Can you give me the strength to start over?" Mu Yiyi raised his hand, caressing the charming silhouette of the man, and murmured.

Looking at the oil painting, she thought a lot, from their first acquaintance to their final separation, to their reunion now...

At night, with a lot of thoughts on his mind, Mu Yi fell into a messy and unpleasant dream.

She dreamed that Wu Beitang growled fiercely at her: "I don't allow you to be with men from the Lei family!"

She opened her mouth, wanting to call her father, but watched Beitang Wu fall down, covered in blood. [

The bright red blood blurred her vision, and suddenly, she blurted out: "Okay, I promise you, I promise you, I will not be with him, I will never be with him."

The bright red blood curtain melted away, and Lei Yufeng came over with a sullen face: "I have treated you so well, but you want to leave me, then give me back my son."

"No, the son is mine, it's mine." Mu Yiyi desperately wanted to shout, but her voice was very small, her throat seemed to be blocked, and it was difficult for her to even breathe.

"Your? Are you sure?" Lei Yufeng smiled, it was a smile without any warmth.

He suddenly raised a piece of paper in his hand, and said coldly: "Look carefully, the court has sentenced my son to me. If you want to get your son back, kneel down and beg me," he squeezed her chin tightly, A kiss fell on her face, "Mu Yiyi, in this world, you are the only one who stepped on my heart with both feet. So, the price you have to pay is...lose everything."

"No! No! No!" Mu Yiyi wanted to break free from him, but she grabbed his wrist and shook her head vigorously, her heart was torn apart by his indifference.

She wanted her son, and she wanted him too.

His ruthless and cold eyes were like a sharp sword piercing her heart, making her feel pain like death.

"Feng...don't...don't...don't be like this..." Mu Yiyi cried and shouted, kept crying, kept shouting, until she woke up from the nightmare, her heart was still in pain.

In the corner of his eyes, there were crystal clear teardrops.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and without turning on the light, she reached for the cell phone next to her pillow, and dialed Lei Yufeng's number without thinking twice.

"Yi Yi?" Over there, Lei Yufeng's voice was a little lazy and surprised, "What's wrong?"

"Will you rob me of your son?" In the darkness, Mu Yiyi asked in a crying voice.

"What did you say? What kind of son did you rob? Did something happen?" Lei Yufeng's tone was gentle, revealing a layer of worry, "Are you having a nightmare?"

Hearing his gentle words, Mu Yiyi turned sideways and covered her still painful chest with her other hand.

The real and clear pain made her unable to distinguish between reality and dream.

Tears of grievance fell on the pillow one by one.

After all, what she couldn't bear the most was his ruthlessness and indifference, just because she loved him so much.

"Yiyi, are you having a nightmare?" [

"Ok!"

"Fool, even a dream can make you cry." He comforted her patiently, "I won't rob you of my son, the son is ours, I love you, and I love my son, why do you want to rob her?"

"Hmm!" Mu Yiyi knew that she was being stupid, but at the moment when she woke up from the nightmare, she really missed him and wanted to throw herself into his arms for comfort.

His embrace is warm and makes her extremely nostalgic!