"It was she who answered the phone call from Beicheng first and then kept crying." Yan's mother pursed her lips and a little embarrassed appeared on her face: "If you don't like it, it doesn't matter if you don't talk to her. Mom knows it's Shui Rou, I'm sorry for you.

”

"It's nothing. I'll come back once. It's better for everyone to talk to each other face to face." Yan Xiaye was as mentally prepared as possible until his heart hurt so much that he pushed open the door and walked in.

In the living room, Yan Jianguo sat in the main seat with a big sword and golden horse, looking at Yan Xiaye with disgust: "You said yourself, how do you deal with Shui Rou's affairs?"

"What should I do?" Yan Xiaye sat down opposite the sofa with her hands folded and said carelessly: "What should she do if she wants me to do?"

"Nonsense, your sister beats a child in Beicheng, and Ya'er is your sister's biological daughter. What's the point of you still occupying the position of the young lady of the Li family?" Yan Jianguo said frolickingly, instead of Yan Shuirou's expression.

He said: "Your sister has been guarding Beicheng for so many years. She must have wanted to marry him, you know."

"I know." At an angle that others couldn't see, Yan Xiaye pierced his palms in a slender fingers, sneering at how shameless his father could be. "So what? Let me abdicate and give up the wise, do you mean that?"

"You killed Shui Rou and you owe her this to her!" Yan Jianguo felt guilty for a moment, and then he was full of courage in the next second: "As long as you divorce Beicheng, Shui Rou is willing to forgive you, you are still the best for your parents.

Daughter, otherwise…”

From when did she become the one who needs to be forgiven?

Yan Xiaye could no longer help, and chuckled with his shoulders tremblingly: "I don't know what Yan Shuirou said to you. I only know that even if I divorce Li Beicheng, she will definitely not be Mrs. Li. Moreover,

I will never give her the chance to achieve her wishes."

"Damn girl, Beicheng is right. The reason why Shui Rou committed suicide is all because of you!" Yan Jianguo's chest was so angry that he looked at Yan Xiaye as if he was looking at his enemy, cursing with gritted teeth: "Today's divorce, this one is divorced today.

You have to sign the agreement, and you have to sign it if you don’t sign it!”

After he reminded him, Yan Xiaye discovered an agreement lying quietly on the coffee table.

She picked it up with tears in her smile, focused on several keywords, and asked incredible questions: "It's okay to divorce, you still want me to transfer all the assets under my name to Yan Shuirou?"

"Of course, everything you have is given by the Li family. In the future, Shui Rou will be the young lady of the Li family. Why should you take away the property belonging to Shui Rou?" Yan Jianguo did not expect Yan Xiaye to be so calm that he

Instead, he lost his composure and couldn't wait to throw the pen over and hit her on her shoulder: "Sign it, otherwise you won't want to leave this house today!"

The pen with the force of venting anger hit Yan Xiaye heavily.

The feeling was so painful, but compared to the pain in Yan Xiaye's heart, it was not worth mentioning at all.

She pinched the paper agreement with her two fingers and tore it to pieces in front of Yan Jianguo.

"You go and tell Yan Shuirou that as long as I am still alive for one day, the position of the young lady of the Li family will never be without her. She will only be a mistress who is discredited in this life!"

"You!" Yan Jianguo's face turned red and his neck was thick. He immediately picked up the water cup and smashed it over, roaring and cursing: "You are talking to you like this? Believe it or not, I will never let you enter this house again!"

"Okay." Yan Xiaye supported himself on the armrest of the sofa with one hand, shook his hands and stood up, and said in an extremely calm and cold manner: "I don't owe this family anything. Since this family doesn't want me, I don't want this family either."

When she said these words, even if she pretended to be indifferent, she would still be cold and crying.

Libei City, Libei City, after all, she is still better than him and is only able to take the most painful place for her.

From then on, in this cold and heartless world, she really became a lonely man and no one could rely on.

Yan Jianguo's remaining roar suddenly became in his throat. He couldn't swallow it or vomit it out. He could only watch Yan Xiaye gradually drift away.

No, this is different from what he imagined that Yan Xiaye knelt down and begged him for forgiveness in tears!

No matter how unreasonable he is, he is not as cruel as this dead girl.

In order to let the father and daughter communicate well, Yan's mother hid in the kitchen and did not come out.

At this moment, she cut the fruit plate and saw Yan Xiaye's slender back passing through the garden through the kitchen window. She took the taxi without looking back, looking a bit strange.

Her heartbeat suddenly slowed down half a beat, and she hurried to the living room. She saw Yan Jianguo, who was dejected in the fragments of paper on the ground, and asked hurriedly: "Why did Xia Ye leave? Did you say something else you shouldn't say?

?”

"It doesn't matter. From today on, you will be like that dead girl. If we have Shui Rou, we will be able to enjoy our old age!" Yan Jianguo panted and waved his hand exhaustedly, not allowing Yan's mother to continue asking questions again.

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Yan's mother stood there for a long time, covered her face and cried and squatted down.

She used to not say how gentle and filial that child was in Xia Ye, and even used this to control the child, but she knew the most in her heart.

But when Xia Ye really made up his mind, everything would be hard to change.

...

It was getting late and heavy rain was approaching.

Yan Xiaye chose to get off the bus in the city center. She felt cold as if she was holding a piece of ice. She looked like a lonely soul while wandering on the roadside. Even though she was in it, she was still incompatible with the lively and colorful streets.

Those happiness and warmth are all from others. She stood on the street and looked away, looking at the silhouettes of families in the hotel windows, imagining that she was one of them, she actually felt a hint of indescribable warmth.

A boy looked at her silently for a while, tiptoed to ask his mother for a mooncake, ran over and stuffed it into Yan Xiaye's palm: "Sister, today is Mid-Autumn Festival. If you are unhappy, even Sister Yue will do it.

Unhappy."

It turned out to be Mid-Autumn Festival.

Yan Xiaye nodded silently, wanting to smile as an answer, but the corners of his lips seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

There was no way, facing the child's worried and innocent eyes, she had to nod her head again.

Seeing her abnormal behavior, the little boy's mother probably regarded her as a mental patient of some kind, hurried over and pulled the child away before it rained: "Be good baby, you did a good thing, that sister must be very

happy."

Yan Xiaye didn't know whether she was happy or not. She stood on the street and looked up at the sky. There was no clear light in the moonlight, only dark clouds that were pressing over.
Chapter completed!