The runaway wife of the president of the empire

Therefore, the boy Mu Yiyi loves deeply and has always loved should be Lei Yufeng.

As for him, Han Zhenyu, it was just a coincidence that he picked up this half silk handkerchief, was mistakenly recognized, and was also wrongly loved.

Obviously, Mu Yiyi didn't know about all of this.

"Girl, you can't love him!"

He squeezed the silk handkerchief and murmured in a low voice. [

Now, the only thing that can make him proud in front of Lei Yufeng is Mu Yi's feelings for him, he can't even lose this.

Lei Yufeng can take away everything from him, so he will take away the love that should belong to Lei Yufeng.

A cold and cold smile crept onto the corner of his mouth.

The door of the private room was gently pushed open, and Mu Yiyi walked in, followed by the waiter.

"Brother Zhenyu!"

"Girl, sit down!" A warm smile appeared on Han Zhenyu's refined and handsome face, and he turned to the waiter, "A glass of mineral water."

The waiter went out in response, and came in with a glass of mineral water after a while.

"Remember, you like to drink plain water..." After the waiter put down his cup and left, Han Zhenyu opened his mouth slowly.

"En!" Mu Yiyi's eyes fell on the half silk handkerchief in his hand.

Han Zhenyu looked at her and smiled knowingly, and handed her the silk handkerchief: "Here, but you can tell me, why do you want this?"

Mu Yiyi's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.

Han Zhenyu handed Sipa directly to her hand, and held her hand with his backhand, tightly: "Girl, this... is yours?"

Her heart trembled, and she wanted to withdraw her hand, but he grabbed it tightly and held it tightly.

"11 years ago, on a rainy day, in an alley, I met a little girl..."

"Brother Zhenyu..." Mu Yiyi interrupted him in a panic, "Stop talking..."

"you love Me?"

"..."

"I know you've always loved me!"

Mu Yiyi didn't dare to look at him, his hand was tightly held by him, the temperature was enough to burn her heart, enough to roast her soul. [

She loved him for so many years. She waited for 11 years for him to stand in front of her from an illusory image to a real one!

"Brother Zhenyu, you said you would come back to me, you said you would not abandon me, you said you would not let go of my hand. I took it seriously, so I remembered these words for 11 years, and I had this dream 11 years. But you, you love my sister!" Mu Yiyi said sadly.

"Girl, I'm sorry! I didn't recognize you! See how much I value this silk handkerchief, and you should understand in my heart... I have you, I have always had you, but I don't know, she is you!"

Suddenly, Mu Yiyi's heart was like a surging sea, and it was difficult to calm down.

It was hard for her to climb out of the dream that she had had for 11 years, and it was hard for her to tell herself that she could start over.

It's just that I always have you in my heart, and I pulled her back again.

That dream was like a deep pool, and Han Zhenyu pulled her to sink into the deepest part, sinking into it...

Just like on that rainy day, he dragged her and kept running in that long and winding alley...

Tears fell down one by one.

Mu Yiyi bit her lip and tried hard to pull back her hand, but it was in vain.

For this dream, she has cried, complained, sad, and despaired; for this dream, she has given her most precious thing!

More than once, she hoped that Han Zhenyu would tell her to leave here together, don't care about anything, don't care about anything.