Mu Yi kept getting up and looked at Ye Xinyi with a calm face: "Don't you ask where we are?"
"Florence!" Ye Xinyi smiled.
Mu Yiyi's puzzled eyes turned to Feiying again. Feiying shrugged at her and said nothing.
"Lei Yufeng called me!" A complicated expression flashed through Ye Xinyi's eyes.[
For Lei Yufeng, if he doesn't look at his identity, he should be an excellent man. As a son-in-law, he will definitely be the kind that no mother-in-law will refuse.
She didn't mind at all now, but simply hoped that her daughter and grandson could be happy.
Therefore, her mood and thoughts will be a bit complicated.
"What?" Mu Yiyi raised his tone in surprise, "He called you?"
What is this man doing? When did he make a phone call? Why didn’t she know?
Question marks were circling in her mind one by one.
Ye Xinyi nodded and continued, "He reassured me, he said he would take good care of you. Let me... let me hand you and Chenchen to him with peace of mind."
"Did you agree?"
"If a man like Lei Yufeng lowers his posture sincerely, no one can refuse it. What's more, he is not only Chenchen's father, but also the man you have always loved in your heart. I have no other thoughts, I will accept him slowly, so the next thing you have to control. Jing, your happiness, Lei Yufeng's happiness, Chenchen's happiness are actually all in your hands." Ye Xinyi hugged Mu Yiyi into her arms, stroked her hair, and said softly, "I know you haven't completely thought about it, otherwise you won't leave him tonight. Don't torture yourself, your mother will feel distressed."
Mu Yi leaned his head on Ye Xinyi's shoulder, thinking about the man who had been trying his best to be nice to her and had always lowered his posture to please her, a wave of inexplicable sorrow slowly spread in his heart.
...
After taking a shower, Mu Yiyi went to his son's room, and Lei Haochen was already asleep.
His little head was resting on the pillow, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was having a beautiful dream.
She bent down and kissed her son gently on the face: "Good night! Baby!"
She gently covered the door, Mu Yi stepped on the building and came to the studio. She did not turn on the ceiling light, but turned on the wall light with soft light by the wall.
Walking over, she lifted the white cloth covered by the wooden easel, and a beautiful and lifelike oil painting appeared in front of her.
The background of the oil painting is the Spanish stairs in Rome, Italy, and two young people are leisurely standing by the stone railing in the middle of the Spanish stairs.
The man leaned against the stone railing and put his hands in his pants and bags. He lowered his head and looked at the woman in front of him with a focused expression.
The woman put her hands behind her back, raised her little face and looked at the handsome face on her head with a smile.
The tacit understanding and tenderness between them are fully displayed on the picture.
The warm lights in the studio make the whole oil painting look more romantic and beautiful.
This painting was not completed yet, but since she saw the oil painting she painted when she was eighteen in the bedroom of a villa in the Mid-mountain Mountain that day, she rushed out the painting these days.
She wanted to draw a painting that really belonged to her and Lei Yufeng, and the oil painting that carries eleven years of dreams should have disappeared from their lives.