"What's wrong with Beicheng?"

A soft and charming voice came, like thunder falling into the crowd.

People came to their senses and their eyes unconsciously moved back to Yan Xiaye, with sarcastic and malice intent of gloating.

Li Beicheng smiled and glanced at Yan Xiaye, who was expressionless not far away, and said very gently: "It's okay, there is a step here. Be careful when you come in."

Yan Xiaye frowned slightly, his back was straight, and he met the man's gaze without dodging.

The voice was damn familiar, but even if Li Beicheng wanted to use this to humiliate her, how could Yan Shuirou appear here openly?

Just as she was puzzled, the owner of the hand finally appeared in front of everyone.

Compared to Yan Xia Ye's noble and gorgeousness, this new favorite is low-key and luxurious. The pure white and soft dress like lily petals outlines her figure with a protruding front and a curvy back, like a minimalist wedding dress, and the tenderness between her eyes is like water.

Walking side by side with the well-dressed Li Beicheng is a perfect portrayal of handsome men and beautiful women.

Sure enough, it was the soft words of the water.

"Godmom, go slowly." For the first time, he was with Li Beicheng as a female companion. Yan Shuirou's smile was so sweet that it was many times sweeter than Yan Xiaye who was smiling with a strong face. He supported him with his free other hand.

An old lady wearing a Tang suit said sincerely: "The dress you gave me is so beautiful, I like it very much."

"It's not a great thing. Rouer likes it better than anything else."

The old lady in Tang suit entered the hall while chatting and laughing. She looked at Yan Shuirou with loving eyes, as if she was looking at her biological daughter, "You and the child in Beicheng are really a natural couple. She is a little confused and just likes to make random couples.

The plot will ruin the happy future of future generations.”

What the saying goes, this so-called old-fashion naturally refers to the elders who agreed to Yan Xiaye marry into the Li family.

Yan Xiaye originally thought the old lady was a little familiar, but when she heard this, her brows frowned even tighter.

The Li family was as kind as a mountain to her, and she could not allow anyone to be insinuated by the elders of the Li family in front of her.

However, the old lady didn't say it clearly. No matter how much she felt sorry for her grandmother, she wouldn't be able to just fight back.

While speaking, Yan Shui Rou and Li Beicheng were linked with each other and walked towards Yan Xiaye.

In the middle of the red carpet, Yan Shui had a hint of ridicule on her beautiful face. When she passed by Yan Xiaye, she became more and more generous, as if she had decided that Yan Xiaye was already her defeated man and was not worth her waste of any gaze.

Li Beicheng has always maintained the image of a good lover, as if there was only Yan Shuirou left in his heart and eyes.

The moment he passed by, Yan Xiaye's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were as quiet as a statue with his gaze.

Even if she doesn't care about Li Beicheng, it doesn't mean she doesn't care about such humiliation either.

Especially those reporters who were hiding in the crowd, as Li Beicheng had just passed, they immediately rushed over like vultures smelling blood, surrounded Yan Xiaye, and the microphone almost hit her face.

Every voice was full of curiosity and speculation, and overwhelmed her: "Ms. Yan, aren't you a wife in the legal sense of Li Shao? What do you think about Li Shao's new love?"

"How long after you and Mr. Li changed their relationship? Or is it true that as Mrs. Jiang said, you and Mr. Li were just arrangements with elders and had no emotional foundation at all?"

"I heard that you took very inappropriate measures to marry into the Li family. Is the rumors true?"

Seeing Yan Xiaye alone facing various questions, Yan Er in the crowd swallowed his saliva, feeling that Li Beicheng was doing this indecently.

If it were him...

When Yan Er thought of this, he shuddered.

Damn, although he has been much more restrained under the threat of his own family recently, he is not crazy about lacking women. What do you think of that bastard woman for?

Facing the silent Yan Xiaye, the reporters were curious and had never been more than 100% concerned about the bodyguards who came to maintain order, and they had to force the answer out of her.

Yan Xiaye wanted to escape but had no way out, so he could only calmly lower his eyes and remained silent. His hands hanging beside him clenched into fists, and his hatred for Yan Shui Rou and Li Beicheng was deeper.

Until a somewhat unfamiliar Mandarin came from afar: "Hey hey, you all get out of here. Do you know if you disturb my world and Xiao Xiaye?"

Yin Mo relied on his height and long legs, and pushed away the reporters who were blocking the way without any gentlemanship. He rushed into the crowd handsomely and gracefully, directly protecting her in his arms, and smiled at Yan Xiaye with two tiger teeth: "Xiao Xia

Ye, sorry, I've been waiting for a long time!"

"Teacher." Yan Xiaye quietly breathed a sigh of relief and pushed Yin Baiyan uneasyly.

It's great for him to help her clear the situation, but can't you think of a more inconspicuous way...

At the same time as him, there was the handsome man with deep eyes at the entrance of the hall.

This time, people's eyes shifted again, and the entire venue could be heard, but it was no longer because of surprise or anything else.

Even Yanshui Rou and Libeicheng, who were a few meters away from Yan Xiaye, couldn't help but stop and looked back at each other.

Everyone's expressions are surprisingly consistent, and they are self-evident in awe and vigilance, and are purely influenced by the noble and domineering aura of men.

Li Yuntang's slender and cold figure turned his back to the sun, and the light stretched his shadow infinitely.

Probably for the sake of attending the old lady's birthday, the man did not wear a suit and tie as before. The simple but not simple white shirt was casual and elegant. He was wearing a thin smoky gray windbreaker and his long legs were wrapped in black jeans.

He looks much younger with his usual mature and persistent style.

He casually lifted his eyelids and looked at the silent reporters in the field, and made an evaluation in a low voice: "Noisy."

The bodyguard following him understood it and within three minutes, he took away all the video equipment of the reporter without saying a word and threw it out one by one.

The deeper Li Beicheng knows about this young uncle, the more shocked he is, and he knows that the other party is definitely not an enemy that can be solved in a short time.

So at this moment, his vision did not fall on Yan Xiaye as much as most people.

From his perspective, Yin Baiyan hugged Yan Xiaye's action skillfully and ambiguously, and it was definitely not just for the reporter to show it.

Holding Yan Shuirou's fingers tightened slightly, Li Beicheng found that he was even more unhappy than his uncle, Yin Baiyan and Yan Xiaye were entangled.
Chapter completed!