Antonio sighed helplessly in his heart and stopped talking.
Time passed by, Lei Lei looked at the people in the corridor, and said in a deep voice: "Go back, everyone! 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, do you understand?”
A crowd of people gathered around, said yes one after another, and said goodbye to them one by one.
The corridor suddenly became much quieter. Lei Lei closed his eyes, and Mu Yiyi's face inexplicably appeared in his mind.
Cold, sad, and touching...[
"You brat, have you never seen a beautiful woman? It's true!" He whispered to himself, unable to understand 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 Beitang Wu's ashes.
"Girl, it's time to eat!" Han Zhenyu came in with a tray, squatted down in front of Mu Yiyi, and put the food next to her, "Eat some! No matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to eat!"
Mu Yiyi didn't say anything, just looked away, hugged his knees with his hands, and buried his head.
"If you don't talk, eat, sleep, or cry, it would be better if we died together that day." Han Zhenyu's eyes were filled with sadness, "Girl, is he that good?"
"Who?" Mu Yiyi slowly raised his head, looking dazed.
"Lei Yufeng, is Lei Yufeng that good? Where is your love for me? Where has it gone? Where has it gone?" He suppressed the emotion that he wanted to roar and asked in a deep voice, "Girl, I did it for you.
You have come thousands of miles away, but do you want to close your heart for the man who killed your father?"
"Is there any flour?"
"What?" Han Zhenyu looked at Mu Yiyi, her sudden question made him stunned for a moment.
"Is there any flour? I want to make a cake!" Mu Yiyi's voice was erratic. She put her hands back on the edge of the bed and stood up with difficulty.
"Okay, yes, yes..." Han Zhenyu turned around, walked to the door, and said to the men guarding there, "Go quickly and buy me all the ingredients needed to make the cake. You can't miss any of them!"
"I know, boss!" the subordinate agreed and left quickly.
"The convenience store is very close to here. If you want to make a cake, you can make it soon! There is an oven in the kitchen..."
"Thank you!" Mu Yiyi's steps were very soft and lacked any strength.
Han Zhenyu subconsciously wanted to help her, but she pushed him away.
After entering the kitchen, Mu Yi turned on the water pipe and wanted to wash her hands.
"You can't touch your hands with water... Wear gloves!" Han Zhenyu turned off the water hose, grabbed her hand and raised it to her eyes, "It's been drugged..." [
When he turned around, the maid in the kitchen had already handed him the gloves.
He took the glove and carefully put it on Mu Yiyi's injured finger.
"Thanks!"
Han Zhenyu's heart suddenly fell to the bottom. He thanked me again, but it was still very ordinary.
She is closing herself in a space that she thinks is harmless, and is unwilling to face reality.
Moreover, he also knew that he must not be in this space.
The man who bought the ingredients went into the kitchen and put several paper bags full of things on the organizing table: "Boss, it's very complete. There are also a lot of things needed to make cakes, and they are all here."