The runaway wife of the president of the empire

Antonio sighed helplessly in his heart and stopped talking.

Time passed by, Lei Ting looked at the people in the corridor, and said in a deep voice: "Go back! Watch your mouth, you must know that what comes out of your mouth is not as simple as a sentence or two, it is Benefits, benefits, understand?"

A group of people waited to come over, saying yes again and again, and saying goodbye to them one by one.

The corridor was suddenly much quieter, Lei Ting closed his eyes, and Mu Yiyi's face appeared in his mind inexplicably.

Cold, sad, and charming...[

"Boy, haven't you seen a beautiful woman? Really!" He said to himself in a low voice, feeling incomprehensible to his grandson's behavior.

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In a house on the outskirts of Florence, Mu Yiyi sat on the carpet, leaning against the edge of the bed, looking up at the gloomy sky outside the window.

On a small table next to the window, there was an urn containing the ashes of Bei Tangwu.

"Girl, it's time to eat!" Han Zhenyu came in with a tray, squatted down in front of Mu Yiyi, and put the food beside her, "Eat some! No matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to eat!"

Mu Yiyi didn't speak, but just looked back, put his hands on his knees, and buried his head.

"You don't talk, don't eat, don't sleep, and don't cry. It would be better if we died together that day." Han Zhenyu's eyes were full of sadness, "Girl, is he that good?"

"Who?" Mu Yiyi raised his head slowly, his expression dazed.

"Lei Yufeng, is Lei Yufeng just that good? Where did your love for me go? Where did it go? Where did it go?" He suppressed his desire to roar, and asked in a deep voice, "Girl, I love you for you." You came here a thousand miles away, but you want to close your heart for the man who killed your father?"

"Is there any flour?"

"What?" Han Zhenyu looked at Mu Yiyi, who was stunned by her sudden question.

"Is there any flour? I'm going to make a cake!" Mu Yiyi's voice was erratic, she leaned back on the edge of the bed with her hands, and stood up with great difficulty.

"Okay, yes, yes..." Han Zhenyu turned around and walked to the door, and said to the subordinates guarding there, "Go, go and buy me all the ingredients needed to make the cake, nothing less!"

"Understood, boss!" The subordinate promised to leave quickly.

"The convenience store is very close to here. If you want to make a cake, you can make it in no time! There is an oven in the kitchen..."

"Thank you!" Mu Yiyi's footsteps were very soft, without any strength.

Han Zhenyu wanted to support her subconsciously, but she pushed her away.

After entering the kitchen, Mu Yiyi turned on the water, trying to wash his hands.

"Don't get your hands wet yet... Put on gloves!" Han Zhenyu turned off the water hose, grabbed her hand and held it in front of her eyes, "It's been medicated..."[

When he turned around, the kitchen maid had already handed him the gloves.

He took the glove and put it on Mu Yiyi's injured finger very carefully.

"Thank you!"

Han Zhenyu's heart suddenly fell to the bottom, and he thanked him again, which was still very ordinary.

She is closing herself in a space she thinks is harmless, unwilling to face reality.

Moreover, he also knew that there must be no him in this space.

The man who bought the ingredients went into the kitchen and put several paper bags full of things on the finishing table: "Boss, it's complete. There are a lot of things you need to make cakes, and they're all here."