Qin Yiren volunteered to come to the studio to serve as customer service early in the morning. At this moment, he pounded the table angrily, kicked the floor under his feet, and slid to Yan Xiaye in a chair: "Fortunately, the address of our studio has not been exposed, otherwise this would be

You must be blocked by the media! Xia Ye, that damn little bitch will talk nonsense. We are really watching this?"

"They said they were, I won't join in the fun." Yan Xiaye turned his head to look at her and chuckled: "And, what if I explain it? People will always just see what they want to see,

It's like you can never wake up someone who pretends to be asleep."

Qin Yiren didn't expect Yan Xiaye to be so calm, so he bit his lip with some concern: "I know... but I feel uncomfortable seeing them damn you so badly."

Through a short European partition, Yin Baiyan sat on the sofa holding coffee, and on the surface he was concentrating on handling the invitations from various media outlets to interview in the email, secretly erecting his ears very high.

Yan Xiaye's performance was too calm and calm, so he couldn't even start comforting him.

That big V knows that lies must be half true and half false to be deeply loved. They write about Yan Xia Ye Yu Yu's life alone. Those words are casually described by Yan Xia Ye's five-year prison life, as if those five years were so inconsistent.

It's worth mentioning, but when I was silently reciting it in my heart, I felt a smell of blood in my lips and teeth.

As a bystander, he felt that it was not worth regretting for her. Yan Xiaye, who had experienced everything in person, looked back on how painful it would be?

"Anyway, when they will get tired of me, I will naturally not remember a little person like me."

Yan Xiaye looked at the owl-shaped alarm clock on the table, got up and took a coat, thought about it and borrowed Qin Yiren's sunglasses and scarf: "I'll probably come back before dinner. Send me a message what you want to eat, I'll come back

When I go, I will buy the ingredients back.”

Qin Yiren nodded and secretly glanced at Yin Baiyan who was concentrating on work, and had to let Yan Xiaye leave alone: ​​"Then be careful, you have to cover your face or something, don't be photographed by any paparazzi.

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"Okay, okay, thank you for caring for me so much." Yan Xiaye smiled and gently rubbed Qin Yiren's hair, with a tacit understanding that everything was indescribable.

Three hours passed, Yan Xiaye appeared on the gravel road as agreed, and raised his hand to knock on the mottled door.

There was a sound of footsteps in the door, and then the door opened. It was not the old man who appeared on the other side of the door, but the man who disliked her very much.

The moment he saw Yan Xiaye, the man's handsome face couldn't hide his surprise: "Why are you..."

Yan Xiaye knew that the man was surprised, so he smiled as if nothing had happened, took off his sunglasses and passed by him, bent down to the old man who was watching the flowers and teasing the dog in the yard: "Old man, I'm still making wine today

A duck?"

Not to mention the man himself, even the old man did not expect that Yan Xiaye did not break his promise at such a critical moment as the storm.

"No, I bought two eels in the morning in the kitchen, just watch and make it." The old man secretly affirmed Yan Xiaye in his heart, and frowned at the man who walked into the yard with thoughtfulness.

The angry command: "Boy, don't go and kill the fish for her, otherwise you won't have a share in a while."

The man glanced helplessly at the old man, obviously unable to refuse the request from the party, and followed Yan Xiaye into the kitchen together.

In the wooden barrel in a corner of the kitchen, two eels were swimming happily.

Yan Xiaye took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, looked at the reluctant man, and said lightly: "If you don't like to see me, I can come alone."

The man was so cold that he did not respond. He squatted beside the wooden barrel with a kitchen knife, and skillfully began to kill the fish, expressing his rejection of Yan Xiaye with his actions.

Since the main course was not ready, Yan Xiaye could only stand by and watch, secretly sighing that this man is definitely not just a top student from a medical university, and that he must be the first in the anatomy class during his school days.

So the question is, is he a psychologist able to take such a heavy-tasting anatomy class?

After a long silence, the man spoke unexpectedly, although his tone was still so cold, "Madam Li, have you really been to prison?"

"Yeah." Yan Xiaye's mouth moved, showing the same smile as when he entered the door, but there was a deep depression in his eyes, which made people feel distressed when they read it, "I know how it is written in the news, but don't worry.

, I am not a lunatic, I will not force the old man to do anything he doesn't want to do, if you are still worried..."

The man's hand paused, "How do you know my relationship with him?"

"This is easy to guess." Yan Xiaye shrugged, squatted down and took away the man's fish and put it on a plate to season it. "You don't look very similar to the old man, but the old man looked at you very well

Pamper, plus a little bit of information I asked about from the aunt next door, maybe you are the rumored grandson."

The man then stood up and washed the blood on his hands under the faucet. He watched Yan Xiaye be busy in the firewood with cold eyes. His beautiful little face was rubbed against a few black and gray at some point, and the legendary arrogant and domineering young master Li

The wife is very different, and she herself looks like she doesn't care at all.

Before today, he always looked down on Yan Xiaye, thinking that she was just a wealthy lady who didn't know the sufferings of the people, or a very hypocritical one.

But after reading the headlines, he rarely had a little more exploration of Yan Xiaye.

In other words, out of professional intuition, he did not believe that she could really be as indifferent and fearless as she showed.

He wanted to know what supported her to this day and might be a reference for the recovery of other patients.

"You know I don't like you, but you want to come back?"

"I know you hate me, and I also know that you will not ask the old gentleman not to help me treat my illness because of your personal likes and dislikes." Yan Xiaye finally lit a fire in front of the old stove, and the confident smile on his lips was on the man.

It seems to be particularly annoying.

The man narrowed his eyes with a bad look. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by Yan Xiaye: "When I met last time, I said the truth. If anything can be compensated for the misfortune of that girl.

One or two, I'm very willing."

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

The man lowered his eyes thoughtfully and said suddenly: "Tao Jingxi."

Yan Xiaye looked up and nodded to remember: "Mr. Tao."
Chapter completed!