My Little Mom is the Richest

In a word, Yi Rui felt a sense of despair. He picked up his clothes and wrapped his body and ran back to the room, tears and cries remained in the corridor, unable to disappear for a long time.

An old voice came from the dark corner of Hall's room: "This time you were not deceived. Then, next time? Can you guarantee it?"

"Don't dare." The hoarse voice represented Hall's exhaustion. Hall was not surprised why the owner of that voice came back here at this time, but he didn't have the respect he had in the past either. Now Hall is tired and wants to rest well.

"You have to do it yourself." The voice gradually disappeared, as if everything was just Hall's fantasy. The opening door and heavy footsteps told Hall that it was true.

Unsurprisingly, when Hall, who pushed all the work arrangements, got up, the waiter told him that Yi Rui had left, leaving nothing, and taking nothing away.

With messy hair and still tired, Hall pushed open the door of the room where the fragrance of Yirui still remained. The bed was neat, with traces of Yirui's tears clearly printed on it. Hall lowered his face, and his aqua-blue left eye glowed with a peculiar brilliance, like his mother Lydia.

A few months ago, Hall had hesitated when those elders with weird skills came to the door, but now, he seemed to have no retreat. As a condition of cooperation, he knew the sad secret hidden in Li Yishui, and he also knew that this time he must take it seriously. If it was because of herself, Yi Rui really asked Anjia for help, it would be a big trouble.

At this moment, Yi Rui, who had already returned to her villa, called Shen Yun's phone: "Shen Yun, help me contact An Kaitong."

"Now?" Shen Yun on the phone did not expect to come so soon, unavoidably a little surprised and questioned: "What happened?"

"Nothing, please help me to contact me. Arrange for us to meet after this tour is over." Yi Rui believes in Shen Yun, almost everything is arranged by Shen Yun, and Shen Yun has already been discharged in Yi Rui's company. She went to the post of Minister of Personnel, and now she is Yi Rui's full-time secretary.

Shen Yun, who is in the country, frowned as she watched the words flashing on the computer screen, but answered, "Well, I know. You can perform well."

"Thank you." Yi Rui's voice became smaller, and the smile that finally appeared was also sad.

Shen Yun didn't know the ins and outs, and the person involved had no intention to say it, so it was inconvenient to ask again, so she had to persuade: "Take care of yourself and don't get tired."

"En." Yi Rui hung up the phone, watching the sun shining diagonally into the room after three o'clock in the afternoon. It feels getting colder and colder. He got up and murmured: "Maybe it's cold."

Shen Yun picked up another mobile phone from her bag, looked at the dark outside, and dialed Hall's number.

The other party greeted lazily: "Good afternoon, what's the matter?"

"What happened to you and Yi Rui?" Shen Yun asked worriedly.

Hall waved his hand to make the waiter retreat, wiped his mouth with his napkin, walked to the window to look at the beautiful scenery in the distance, and said helplessly: "This kind of thing will happen sooner or later, but I didn't think it thoughtful enough."

"I said it a long time ago," Shen Yun was angry: "If you stay in the Vatican and accompany Arthur Corbinia, you and Yi Rui will not end up again. In the end, she is not the only one who is injured."

"I understand." Hall turned and leaned against the window, inserted his left hand into the beautiful short hair of syrup, and narrowed his eyes: "But I love Yi Rui, I can't put it down now, I can't get between work and Yi Rui. make a choice."