The runaway wife of the president of the empire

"Sister Ping's identity has also been found out. She is Li Wanping from Chiyan. I suspect that Qin Yueyue is her daughter with Beitangwu. Otherwise, she would not do those desperate things for Qin Yueyue." Monan said cautiously .

Lei Yufeng's hand tightened, and he held the Dark Night Star in his palm.

"I want facts, not doubts!" ​​Thinking of the pain Mu Yiyi had endured, his eyes were colder and deeper than the night.

The faint blood can be seen on the handsome face, and the strange arc evoked by the cool and thin lips makes people feel frightened.

"Mrs. Greco should know Li Wanping's identity. Moreover, Mrs. Greco also knew about her death. She ordered someone to do it." [

"is it?"

"However, Mrs. Greco doesn't know what Li Wanping has done to her, and she certainly doesn't know Qin Yueyue's real identity."

Lei Yufeng frowned and asked, "Have you found that scumbag Han Zhenyu?"

Before Monan could answer, the phone rang.

He took out the phone to answer it, and the expression on his face froze: "Mr. Lei...something happened..."

Monan's voice was a little hoarse and trembling.

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When Mu Yiyi woke up, he was drowsy, and the buzzing sound was still ringing in his ears.

She was in pain and felt like she was lying on a lumpy stone floor.

She slowly opened her eyes, only to realize that she was tied up and lying curled up on a messy construction site that had been demolished.

"Are you awake?" The man's voice was extremely cold.

He turned his back to her, but Mu Yiyi still recognized the man in front of him, Han Zhenyu.

Looking at that figure from behind, she could barely feel anything but anger.

She struggled to straighten up because the raised corners were hurting her body.

A tall and thick man in black went over to help her up.

"No!" Han Zhenyu shook his head, "Let her kneel!"

Mu Yiyi, who was about to be lifted up, was pushed down again, and with his hands clasped behind his back, he knelt on the messy building debris.

It looked like a person who had committed a great sin, kneeling in humility to repent of his unforgivable sin.

"Girl! You are so cruel," Han Zhenyu limped towards her with a cane, his voice was cold and his tone was very flat. [

A cold smile appeared on Mu Yiyi's face: "I didn't seem to hit the right place with that shot!"

Standing in front of her, Han Zhenyu looked down at her cold but stubborn yet beautiful face, bent down so that his face was almost touching the tip of her nose.

"It's really fragrant!" Han Zhenyu took a deep breath, and he was very fascinated by the fragrance that was different from the perfume.

Mu Yiyi leaned back in disgust, but was quickly pushed back by the man beside him.

Han Zhenyu's lips easily touched her forehead.

"Girl, how can you sleep with a man who killed your own father? When you did it with him, didn't you feel any guilt? Or, are you a ruthless woman?" He He said, squatting down, ignoring her struggle, and moving his big palm slowly over her face, "What a beautiful face! Girl, why can't your love be as beautiful as your appearance? How dirty you are! I haven't even forgotten how your father died, how can you, as his biological daughter, forget?"