"When that comes..." Looking at Yan Shuirou's pale face in an instant, Yan Xiaye happily curled the corners of his lips, his voice was very light but thunderous: "Yan Shuirou, remember, everything you owe me

, I will ask you to repay it a hundred times a thousand times sooner or later.”

Seeing Yan Xiaye disappear behind the door, Yan Shuirou's heart beat very fast, and she collapsed on the chair with soft hands and feet.

No one can stop Li Erma's domineering aura. She once acted cleverly in front of that mysterious man. She deceived Li Beicheng, but she could not deceive Li Yuntang.

If Yan Xiaye could really tell Li Yuntang to help, her carefully conceived plans would not stop the man from pursuing it.

By then...

Once she does everything she does, facing the thunderous anger of the Li family, no matter whether Li Beicheng will protect her, she will probably not be able to protect her.

That's the case.

Yan Shuirou gritted her teeth and looked at the knife that was so close to her with a dismal look.

The knife's face is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting her blood-covered eyes.

Not long after, she looked at the decorations around her with nostalgia. These were all the things that the two of them went out to purchase together during her love affair with Li Beicheng.

The slender fingertips touched the cold hilt, and she shrank down as if she was scalded, and then made up her mind to pick it up.

Now that things have come to this point, we can only live in death.

...

After leaving Yan Shuirou's villa, Yan Xiaye insisted on violating the doctor's advice and gave an extra shot of inhibitor.

Sitting in the back row of the fully soundproofed car seat, she borrowed the driver's cell phone and entered the unforgettable number with her fingertips, but hesitated and didn't know whether to dial the phone.

In the end, it was Mrs. Li who handed the thin stack of documents to her in person, which gave her courage.

Listening to the beeping sound from the phone, Yan Xiaye felt mixed feelings, and he played with the corner of his clothes with his fingers, his mind full of the past between her and Li Yuntang.

"Hello, the second master is having a meeting. I can convey anything to you."

Yan Jiu's familiar tone made Yan Xiaye breathe a sigh of relief, clearing his throat and speaking dry: "Mr. Yan, I am Yan Xiaye."

"Miss Xia Ye?" Yan Jiu was stunned and looked at the president's office eagerly: "If you have an urgent matter, I can go directly to the second master to answer."

"No, it's not an urgent matter." Yan Xiaye was struggling and organized the words hard: "I have something I want to ask my uncle for help, I don't know if he has time to meet me."

"This meeting ends in 43 minutes." After looking at the watch in his hand, Yan Jiu showed his smart and capable side: "I will make an appointment for you. Should you come to the company directly or ask the second master to go there.

Meet somewhere else?"

He asked well, and Yan Xiaye blushed unconsciously, feeling that the past had caused a lot of trouble to his uncle: "Thank you, the company is fine, I will arrive on time."

At 2:30 pm, Yan Xiaye appeared in the president's office as promised.

Li Yuntang did not focus on his business as before, but sat near the green plants in the corner of the wall, with his black shirt tied to his elbow, and focused on brewing a cup of new tea.

The handsome man is so unrestrained that people can't take their eyes off. In addition, they focus on this positive buff, Yan Xiaye stopped talking several times, but he still couldn't bear to break the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, standing by the door thinking about something

Looking at him.

She no longer remembers how long it took to meet him again. The man's narrow eyes were as always. When looking back at others, he always gave people an illusion of affection, which made people look at him at a glance and would never forget him for the rest of his life.

Until the water in the teapot boiled, Li Yuntang seemed to be called back to his consciousness by the subtle slight sound, and raised his eyes to the complex and unpredictable eyes when Shang Yan Xiaye looked over.

The man's thin lips curled up slightly, and the first sentence he said: "Summer Night, how are you doing recently?"

His voice was low and magnetic, like a slightly chilling autumn wind that blew her heartstrings.

"Ah." Yan Xiaye followed him and came back to his senses, annoyed that he had actually seen the man in a daze, and cleared his throat a little embarrassedly: "Grandma takes good care of me, I'm doing a good life."

"Is that so, that's good." Li Yuntang washed and made tea, and all the movements were done in one go, elegant enough to enter the painting: "What are you doing standing there? You can't sit."

His attitude was so gentle and natural. Compared to this, Yan Xiaye felt that he was still obsessed with the past and was too petty.

Take a deep breath without hesitation. She smirked with a lukewarm smirk and picked the farthest away from Li Yuntang, and explained her purpose in a concise manner: "...I think Yan Shuirou may have been with the kidnappers.

It's related, but I can't come up with any evidence. I want to ask my uncle for help. Of course, it's not to let you work in vain."

As she said that, she pulled out an equity transfer agreement from her bag, which was about one-fifth of the equity she owned.

Party A had already filled out her name in advance. She quietly glanced at Li Yuntang, leaned over and gently placed it on the coffee table.

As she promised the old lady, she would not hand over all her equity to Li Yuntang.

However, since he is asking someone to do things and removing all emotional factors, the equity value used as a reward is only high or low, which is considered to be a little repaid for his previous care for her.

However, unexpectedly, Li Yuntang didn't look at the agreement at all, and pushed the teacup to Yan Xiaye with a smile: "Taste, the new tea from the Tea Ceremony Museum this year is picked from an ancient tea tree that has been more than 800 years old, domestic

I only get three pounds a year, but I only get two pounds in my hand.”

Yan Xiaye was a little confused about his way, and looked down at the hot tea cup, hesitating to refuse: "Uncle, I don't know how to taste tea at all. Is it a waste to drink it for me?"

"This kind of tea is sweet and you should like it. What's more, I'm waiting for you to taste it, how can it be called waste?"

Yan Xiaye was speechless. She found that her uncle really had the talent to say love words. Even if he had just said two simple sentences from him, he would inevitably have some charming and ambiguous meaning.

Holding the ups and downs of heartbeat, she picked up the teacup like her uncle, calmed down and savored it carefully.

Perhaps because this is Li Yuntang's office, even though they are not close to each other, the cold fragrance that belongs to him comes uninvited and cannot be removed.

Yan Xiaye sighed inwardly, and the fragrant tea was left with only bitterness at the tip of her tongue, and she didn't know what it felt in her heart.

She was drinking tea, but she had to be careful not to get drunk.

It’s so regretful, although she has gone through life and death and has become more resistant to Li Yuntang, but she can’t help but feel in love.
Chapter completed!