The runaway wife of the president of the empire

The door of the studio was open, and when Lei Yufeng reached the door, he stopped.

Mu Yiyi stood in front of the easel with his back facing him, the slender figure shrouded in the sun made his heart skip a beat.

He slipped Sipa into his trouser pocket, then walked in slowly, wrapping his arms around Mu Yiyi's slender waist from behind.

Without any words, just hug her tenderly.

Men's skin, even through clothing, can make people feel warm, and there is a sense of reassurance. [

"What did my mother tell you?" Mu Yiyi leaned back and pressed against his chest.

"Didn't say anything?" Lei Yufeng bowed his head and kissed her on the cheek, put his chin on her shoulder, and carefully looked at the oil painting she was looking at.

"I don't believe it, how could I not say anything? I'm afraid she will ignore you, so what can you do?" Mu Yiyi grabbed his hand and said with a smile.

"Don't worry! Mom... bless us!"

"Really?" Mu Yiyi turned to look at him.

"Really!" Lei Yufeng's gaze still stayed on the oil painting, "Are you happy?"

"Well! My mother loves me very much!" Mu Yiyi is also a woman who has become a mother, so she can understand what it means to be a mother.That is to hope that their children can get eternal happiness.

"She's my mother too!"

Mu Yi nodded, raised a hand to caress his cheek, and smiled: "What are you doing?"

"Look at the painting!"

The background of the oil painting in front of me 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.

"You painted it?" Lei Yufeng hugged Mu Yiyi even tighter, he could clearly see this lifelike oil painting with beautiful artistic conception.

"Yeah! My hands are not working anymore, not as flexible as before, and I can't draw as well as before."

"Beautiful!"

"It's for you!"

"Really?" Lei Yufeng smiled lowly, turned her body around, and faced him, "Why am I a little flattered?" [

In the past, he liked her oil painting of two children running against the sun in a sunflower field so much, and she didn't offer to give it to him.

"I hate it! Why are you looking at me like that? Don't! Don't pull me down! I'm giving it to someone else!" Mu Yiyi poked his heart hard.

"Ah..." Lei Yufeng frowned, slightly bent his waist, and leaned against her.

"What's wrong? I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Did I... poke your wound?" Now, his painful expression frightened Mu Yiyi, who hugged his back and dared not move.

Lei Yufeng looked over her shoulder, looked at the oil painting, frowned, and smiled in a deep voice: "Yiyi, when you said you were going to give the oil painting to someone else, my heart cracked, it really hurts!"

"Are you pretending again?" Mu Yiyi pouted, and wanted to push him away, but was held tightly by him.

"It really hurts! If you don't believe me, touch it!" He grabbed her little hand and pressed it to his heart.

Mu Yiyi burst out laughing, and withdrew his hand: "Be careful, I don't want you to get hurt again, who will take care of me then?"