After saying that, he turned and left the kitchen.
Mu Yiyi was slightly startled and continued to decorate the cake with cream, chocolate and fruit.
…
"Getting that money can help Chi Yan regain his reputation. Chi Yan belongs to your Beitang family."
"Don't you understand yet? If you marry me, I will help your Beitang family make a comeback, and I can also help your father get revenge. Beitang Jing, do you want your father's death to be in vain?" [
…
After decorating the cake, she put her hands on the arrangement table and stared at the beautiful cake in a daze. The words Han Zhenyu said kept swirling in her mind.
Reorganize Chiyan, make a comeback, and avenge his father...
The grievances between the two families begin again and again...
"When will the injustice be repaid?" Mu Yiyi sighed and said quietly, "Dad, I know you want to let it go! Don't worry, I know what to do."
She folded the paper box, carefully put the cake in, and tied a beautiful bow with a ribbon.
Carrying the cake to the living room, Han Zhenyu sat on the sofa, holding a coffee cup in his hand, frowning, thoughtfully.
"Brother Zhenyu, I want to go out for a walk alone!"
Han Zhenyu turned around suddenly, his hand shook, and the coffee in the cup splashed on his clothes. When the maid saw it, she quickly took out a tissue and wiped it for him.
"Get out!" Han Zhenyu pushed the maid away and put the cup on the coffee table.
"No, it's not raining heavily..." Mu Yi walked to the door one by one and waved to the maid who handed over the umbrella.
"Girl, wait, I'll go with you!" Han Zhenyu walked quickly to her side, "How can you do it alone? The Lei family..."
"They won't care about me anymore, Brother Zhenyu. I want to be alone. Dad's ashes are still upstairs. I won't leave him alone."
"Look at what you said, I didn't mean it like that. I'm really... worried about you." Han Zhenyu took out his wallet, took out a few hundred-yuan euros and stuffed them into Mu Yiyi's hand. "If you get lost, you can
Call me and I’ll pick you up!”
Mu Yiyi raised her head and looked at him. His eyes had returned to the familiar tenderness, and the lines of his handsome facial features had become much softer.
"What are you looking at?" Han Zhenyu subconsciously touched the corners of his eyebrows that were still a little muddy.
"Brother Zhenyu, don't be too attached to some things!"
Han Zhenyu was startled. When he reacted, Mu Yiyi had already walked out of the door.
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The rain is not heavy, a bit soft, with silky threads like cow hair, like embroidery needles. It hits people's faces, making them soft and slightly cool.
Florence is not as powerful as Rome, nor as enchanting as Venice. It is gentle and honest, like a slowly blooming flower.
Mu Yiyi stood in Michelangelo Square and looked over. The entire ancient city was shrouded in a steady drizzle, which seemed to have coated the ancient city with a cool veil.
Those marbles that came from the Apennine volcanoes for thousands of years seemed to be alive and breathing in the rain, like flowers, decorating the lintel of the ancient city.
Sculptures of angels and virgins can be seen in every corner of the city. It seems that every building has a story and every sculpture has a soul.
"Feng, this is your city, the city of flowers!" Looking at the brown-red ancient city, a forced and bitter smile appeared on Mu Yiyi's lips.
She carried the cake and stepped on the stone pavement that exuded the warm light of time. The patterns on it were no longer visible, and it easily brought people into those ancient and distant eras.