The runaway wife of the president of the empire

However, when he thought that she would be disheartened and heartbroken, he thought it was better not to let her hear it.

Because, he can no longer see her cry.

Gently, the study door opened, and Mu Yiyi came in with two steaming cups of coffee.

"The phone... finished?" She handed Lei Yufeng a cup, and she really wanted to know what Han Zhenyu wanted to ask Lei Yufeng, but her intuition told her that if he asked, it would only be counterproductive to him.

"Weixi said that you don't like sugar, but coffee tastes better if you put some sugar in it, so I put it in for you, not much, just a teaspoon." She pretended to be nonchalant, but the twinkling eyes betrayed her. [

Lei Yufeng glanced at her with scrutiny, and suddenly, he smiled and took a sip of the mellow and smooth coffee: "Yes! Not bad, it seems that this is the first time you make coffee for me!"

"I haven't done as well as Weixi, and she has reminded me of many details. I don't usually like to drink this!" After finishing speaking, she stood by the desk, drinking coffee with her head down, with a smile on her face, As if thinking of something happy.

Lei Yufeng was distracted looking at her rosy face and small nose.

"Why don't you go to work today?" She blushed with embarrassment, walked to the sofa and sat down, and put the coffee cup on the coffee table.

"I want to see you!" He took another sip of coffee, then put down the cup, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and lit it gracefully.

His body leaned back slightly, his slightly narrowed eyes were just so tight, staring at her silently.

Thinking of Han Zhenyu's confidently insulting words just now, his expression gradually revealed a hint of gloom.

"Will you leave me?" he asked suddenly.

His sudden question made Monk Mu Yizhanger puzzled.

As soon as she hesitated, a dark light flashed in his eyes.

Faint smoke floated out of his mouth, rising slowly, setting off his handsome face carved like a knife, and his amber eyes as deep as the sea, making him look like a high-ranking king.

"Is this question difficult to answer?" Although he was dissatisfied with her silence, she did not immediately give him a positive answer, but it also gave him a lot of comfort.

He stubbed out the cigarette butt, stood up, walked to her and sat down, with a faint smell of tobacco in his breath.

Mu Yiyi tilted his head, and he stretched out his hand, pushing her long hair behind her head, revealing a large piece of delicate and smooth skin around her neck.

His eyes were dark with her graceful neckline, and he couldn't help but slowly bent down.

The perfect handsome face is only a thin line away from her, and both of them can hear each other's breathing and feel each other's breath.

Lei Yufeng's arm passed through her waist, his big palm was slowly and gently kneading with hints, and a pair of eyes full of passion locked her tightly.

Immediately, her face became hot like a fire, and in an instant, her ears were red, and the soft earballs were even more pink and tender, which was pitiful.

He smiled slightly, took her into his arms, and gently kissed her tender lips. [

The soft touch, tenderness like flowers, and sweetness like honey made him a little dizzy, while kissing her, he kept squeezing her soft body.

"Ah..." How could Mu Yiyi bear his weight, she tilted her body and fell backwards.