The runaway wife of the president of the empire

He said that he would not let go of her hand, but she no longer had the chance to hold that powerful and warm hand tightly.

Lei Yufeng reached out and touched her hair, it was slightly moist.

"I'm fine." Mu Yiyi avoided his touch, leaning against the fence and said lightly.

Lei Yufeng gave her a dissatisfied look, turned around and ignored her.

In addition to the ticking sound of the drizzle, there were a few barking dogs from a distance, breaking through the silence of the rainy night faintly. [

Under the eaves, Mu Yiyi vigorously looked up at the dark sky, so as not to let tears flow down.

She opened her eyes wide, listening to the sound of water flowing in the gutter next to the old house, puff puff, it sounds so soft and so far away.

Every sound hit her heart, and the feeling of emptiness made her feel uncomfortable and wanted to cry.

But is crying and tears useful?

What is lost is lost forever.

After standing for a while, her legs became a little weak, and her body slowly slid down.

Standing beside her, Lei Yufeng pulled her up, silently took off his coat and put it on her thin shoulders, then took off his shirt and laid it on the ground.

"Sit down!" His mellow voice was full of charm in the rainy night.

Mu Yiyi was extremely tired, and sat on the shirt he had laid out for her. She remembered that he loved cleanliness very much, and he couldn't tolerate even the slightest stain on his clothes.

"Aren't you... not cold?" She raised her head and looked at Lei Yufeng, who was naked with his muscular upper body.

It is late autumn now, and winter is about to enter. At night, especially in the mountains, the temperature will drop.

"Just take care of yourself, I said I don't like taking care of sick people!" Lei Yufeng felt inexplicably angry at her deliberate alienation and indifference just now, so his tone was a bit harsh.

With his strength, he wouldn't be cold, but his heart was cold.

With a sullen face, he took out his cell phone from his trouser bag, looked at it, and as expected, it was out of power.

And Mu Yiyi was wearing a skirt, so the phone must have been left in the purse on the car.

He put his phone back into his trousers bag with some annoyance, leaned against the wooden pillar under the eaves, folded his hands in front of his chest, pressed his lips tightly, and looked at the silky drizzle under the lamppost.

The vast world under the heavy night seems to be frozen, and all life has quietly entered a sweet dreamland.

The quiet rainy night in the mountains seems to be able to wash people's souls, and gradually calm down Lei Yufeng's irritable mood.

After standing for a while, he turned his head and saw Mu Yiyi wrapped in his coat, leaning against the wall, with his head resting on and off, wandering between sobriety and trance. [

His heart was touched by something in an instant, and it became soft.

Walking slowly, he sat down gently next to her.

He reached out and pressed Mu Yiyi's head on his shoulder so that she could lean on it comfortably.

Slowly, Mu Yiyi's body crooked into his arms and rested on his lap.

He hugged her and adjusted his posture carefully, trying to make her sleeping more comfortable.

Then, he lowered his head, kissed her deeply on the closed eyelids, raised his head, and smiled.

In life, he seldom laughed, the blood and cruelty around him made him lose the ability to laugh.

He is cold, cruel, and bloodthirsty.

As long as he wants, he will get it easily.

And what he lost, he will definitely get back bit by bit.