"Miss Yan, what are you going to do when you sit there pitifully? Wait for me to come over and help you?"

I used a honorary title on this occasion. Qin Yan tilted his head in a dark mind and looked at her with an incredible tone: "Are you waiting for Mr. Li to come back? In my personal opinion, I think it's better for you not to wait, after all

There is also an end time for the birthday party, and you are the only one left here in the end. I really don’t know if I should leave you for the night.”

Yan Xiaye was stunned, and then burst into laughter.

Her clear and pleasant laughter fell into Yan Shuirou's ears, which was simply the most sarcastic mockery in the world.

He stood up with a pale face to endure the pain. Yan Shuirou had no face to see Yan Xiaye's expression again, and followed Li Beicheng in shame.

"How is it, are you relieved?" Qin Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Shuirou's back. He appropriately let go of Yan Xiaye, lowering his eyes as she returned to her former calmness in a very short time.

Such restraint is not easy for women who are prone to emotionality. It can be seen that she seems to have always been used to making things difficult for herself.

"It's very relieved, thank you." Smiling, Yan Xiaye took a step back quietly, and began to worry about Mr. Qin's resistance: "What should I do? Your adoptive father seems to hate me very much, so he just

Because I fell?"

"Maybe it's not just this reason..." After vaguely fooling around, Qin Yan felt a little more gloomy after laughing.

He originally planned to become Yan Xiaye's fiancé, and then pretended to prove by chance that Yan Xiaye and Mr. Qin's father-daughter relationship, so as to gain the identity and opportunity to compete with Qin Jing one by one.

But he didn't expect Mr. Qin to react so strongly to Yan Xiaye.

Thinking about it carefully, he didn't think that his adoptive father could guess that Yan Xiaye had a blood relationship with him just after a glance. It was probably because Yan Xiaye's mother left him too deep in memory, which made his adoptive father unable to accept his appearance until now.

A similar woman appeared in front of her.

If you are troubled by this past love between men and women, it seems that the adoptive father is really old and does not have the cruelty of his youth at all costs.

"What should I do?" Yan Xiaye saw that Qin Yan had something to hide, but he knew how to wink and didn't ask.

Her deal with Qin Yan was limited to her becoming his nominal fiancée, and she tried every means to please Mr. Qin, but this situation was not something she could solve by trying her best to cooperate.

"It's hard to say, let's take a step by step." Qin Yan smiled bitterly, "Although he doesn't agree with his adoptive father, we have disclosed the identity of an unmarried couple. If someone asks you..."

"I just said it was true, and then pretend to be unacceptable, right?"

Qin Yan was about to say something froze on the corner of his lips, and he smiled and praised: "...so smart."

"I know how to deal with outsiders. On the side of the adoptive father, you still need to work hard on your own." He shrugged helplessly, and Yan Xiaye's eyes inadvertently floated towards Li Yuntang and Yin Mo in the distance.

If Shen Aili was not present just now, would it be Li Yuntang who stopped Li Beicheng from going crazy?

"Stop looking, it's not yours anymore." Qin Yan reached out to cover her eyes, and his palms were itchy with her slender eyelashes. He held back his smile and asked, "The protagonists are all going back to rest tonight, we two are the two of us

The supporting role is useless. Are you planning to eat something here or I'll invite you out to eat?"

"I'm afraid you will only call this kind of occasion 'cause'." After recognizing Qin Yan's kindness, Yan Xiaye simply turned around and turned his back to the eye-catching man and woman, and decided to turn grief and anger into appetite: "

I heard that the main dish of the dinner was attended by the Michelin chef himself, so I have to eat it with satisfaction.”

Qin Yan nodded and chuckled: "That's right, the chef and the ingredients are all air-carried. I'll take you here."

Yan Xiaye followed Qin Yan away without distraction, noticing that after she left, Li Yuntang looked at this side as if he was accidentally looking at him.

...

On the other side, Yan Shuirou left the manor and stumbled to find Li Beicheng's car in the nearby parking lot, and sat in the passenger seat with a pretty face.

On the leather seat, Li Beicheng took a few bottles of valuable champagne when he left the dinner and threw it on the dashboard in a row. He was now in a waste of resources and was not even paying attention to Yan Shuirou's return.

The atmosphere in the car was stiff and cold. Yan Shuirou quietly reached out and rubbed the broken skin on her knees. She had a layer of lovely mist in her eyes, and her voice was pitiful: "Beicheng, Yan Xiaye finally agreed to the mercy.

You go through the divorce procedures, why don’t you agree?”

God knows how happy she was at that moment, but unfortunately the joy that followed was in the hands of the man.

"Why should I agree?" Li Beicheng turned his head with scarlet eyes, and breathed alcohol in his breath, staring at Yan Shuirou, who looked innocent, and declared word by word: "She is my woman, how could I possibly be?

Push her into another man's arms with your own hands?"

"Yan Xiaye is your woman?" Yan Shuirou closed her eyes in pain, and the pain in her heart spread out: "What am I?"

"Lovers, Ya'er's mother..."

Li Beicheng counted her identity in a daze with drunken eyes, and suddenly punched the steering wheel in anger. The harsh horn sounded through the night sky, making Yan Shuirou tremble slightly in fear.

"Because you, it's all because of you!" The man shook off the bottle of wine in his hand, and grabbed Yan Shuirou's neckline of the dress, staring at her pupils, which were even more ruthless than the night sky, almost with a bit of gritting teeth: "

I have had so many opportunities to win her back, because of you, and I chose the wrong choice every time!"

"...Beicheng, what did you say?" Yan Shuirou could no longer hold the tears in her eyes, and dripped down the corner of her eyes on Li Beicheng's hand, muttering in disbelief: "You said, am I wrong?"

”

In the past few days, due to the accident in Yaer, Li Beicheng rarely participated in the previous social engagements, and focused on taking time to accompany Yaer.

She thought that her ideal life was within reach, but she did not expect that she first heard the worst news from her mother, and then a major blow from Li Beicheng personally.

Perhaps Yan Shuirou's expression was too sad. Li Beicheng suddenly let go of his hand, picked up another bottle of wine again, looked at the darkness ahead and whispered: "Of course you are wrong, actually I should have figured it out long ago.

If you are such a good woman who is consistent in appearance, no matter how much you love me, you will never seduce your brother-in-law, but what did you do?"

He admitted that he was young and energetic at that time, and was attracted by Yan Shuirou's innocence and purity, and he thought he was very self-righteous in love with her.

But even after he confirmed his wedding date with Yan Xiaye, he had thought about whether to stop his relationship with Yan Shuirou.

"Are you blaming me? I blame me because I love you?" Yan Shuirou shook her head unacceptably, and a few sobs appeared on her lips: "Yes, I know I shouldn't be close to you, but what can I do?

, I love you so much, even if I can’t see you for a day, I feel it’s better to die than to die!”

As she said that, she took a deep breath, her tone was extremely sad and moving: "In that case, how can you let me go... give you to Yan Xiaye?"

After getting along with Li Beicheng for so many years, Yan Shuirou knew very well that she had fallen in love with a selfish and unkind man.

But even so, Li Beicheng has several advantages, one of which is that it is very nostalgic.

She used to think that this advantage was tailor-made for her. It was not until later that Li Beicheng would nostalgia for her, and naturally he would nostalgia for her.

Even though he himself was unwilling to admit it, his inner wave could not be concealed.

After a brief silence, Li Beicheng seemed to be moved by Yan Shuirou's sincere love words, and his tone was eased when he spoke again: "I know what you want, but I can't give it to you."

Yan Shuirou grabbed the end of his words sensitively, covering her aggressiveness with tears in her eyes, "Do you can't give it, or do you don't want to give it?"

"Maybe Yan Xiaye feels so comfortable. I never thought I would really divorce her." Li Beicheng sighed deeply. If Yan Xiaye had not announced in public that she was Qin Yan's fiancée,

He probably didn't have such a clear understanding at the moment: "So, I never thought of really marrying you."

"Beicheng..." Yan Shuirou's pink and white lips trembled slightly, she opened her eyes helplessly, staring at the handsome silhouette of the man, her ears were filled with her heartbreaking roar: "You...you no longer

Do you love me?"

"I don't know." Li Beicheng responded calmly, raised his head and took another sip of wine, feeling the feeling of stomachache as if he was self-abuse: "It is because I once loved you that I don't want to lie to you."

"Don't you understand, it's hard to really hate someone with Yan Xiaye's personality." Yan Shuirou smiled tiredly, and never expected that one day she would admit that she was not as good as Yan Xiaye's fact.

: "She hates you and can't love you anymore. In this case, do you still want to marry a woman who doesn't love you for life?"

She knew that Li Beicheng was not a man of infatuation, not to mention that although he was a man from the Li family, he did not have the independent background and power as Li Yuntang. No matter for family affection or interests, he could not ignore the expectations and demands of his parents and elders.

While Li Beicheng did not answer, Yan Shuirou's hand hanging beside her clenched into a fist, and her slender fingertips pierced into her palm.

But she seemed to be unable to sense the pain at all, and she further explained it clearly: "If Yan Xiaye could no longer return to you, then, would you still not want to marry me?"

"If..." Li Beicheng pondered without saying a word, suppressed his anger and thought about it according to Yan Shuirou's words, and said lightly indifferently: "If it weren't for Yan Xiaye, I wouldn't care who would become my wife. Of course, you are Ya'er
Chapter completed!