Her indifference fell into Li Beicheng's eyes, which was like the last straw that overwhelmed the camel.

On the way back to the old house, he was thinking about how to comfort Yan Xiaye gently, taking the opportunity to restore the image that fell to the bottom of the valley in her mind, but he did not expect that Yan Xiaye did not need his gentleness and comfort at all. She and

The relationship between uncle is indeed unusual.

"Don't forget, you are my...fiancee." He almost blurted out his words with his wife. Li Beicheng's heart seemed to have suddenly grown many sharp thorns, which made him feel bloody and unable to hurt.

The reason why he and Yan Xiaye came to this situation today was that Yan Shuirou made great contributions, and he made great contributions.

Occasionally, when I dreamed of the wonderful times he and Yan Xiaye had at midnight, he had an unreal feeling because the reality was too cruel.

"It should be a limit to pretending to be stupid, Li Beicheng?" Yan Xiaye lowered her eyes, and the corners of her scorching lips curled up: "Do I need to remind you, you promised Grandpa Li to marry me as his wife.

The real reason?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Beicheng's resentful aura suddenly weakened, and his black eyes reflected Yan Xiaye's petite figure, and he could not think of a word for reply for a long time.

There was a miscellaneous secret at all. He knew very well that Yan Xiaye cared about his and Yan Shuirou's past, so he deliberately chose the time of memory chaos before he and Yan Shuirou started, but forgot that he took the initiative to seduce Yan Xiaye at first.

The real reason for marrying him.

Seeing that Li Beicheng could not speak for a long time, Yan Xiaye had a little more tiredness and fatigue in his eyebrows. He just hoped that Li Beicheng would be more sensible and quickly resume normalcy and complete the final procedures with her. From then on, the two of them would go back to their senses.

No connection.

The smile on the corner of her lips just floated on the surface, and the coldness in her eyes was cold and she said lightly: "Get together and part with each other, Libeicheng, I have people and affairs that are more worthy of cherishing now, I don't want to continue to be there.

You were wasting time, after the last incident... I didn't hate you like that in the past. It would be better to write it off and end here."

Anyway, the accident was Li Beicheng who saved her in a huge danger. According to the doctor later, if the person bitten by a poisonous snake at that time was her, then her ragged body would not have been sent to her.

It is very likely that the hospital will die on the spot.

She doesn't pay much attention to her life, but she has something to do.

So, on a certain level, Li Beicheng is still the darkest moment in her life, but she is really her savior. With the two counteracted, she will never forgive him, but she can consider letting go

By him, and at the same time, let him go.

However, this kind of pardon is only for Li Beicheng. For Yan Shuirou, she is just waiting for Yan's mother to die. This is the last filial piety she can do for the Yan family's parents. Since they do not regard her as their daughter,

There is no need for her to force it, not to mention that family affection and love cannot be forced.

After a while of silence, Li Beicheng appropriately showed his nervousness and surprise, and said in a slight surprise: "Do you know everything?"

"Um."

Yan Xiaye smiled, but there was no warmth in his smile, and his tone was shockingly calm. Every word was filled with a farewell breath: "So, I really don't love you anymore."

Li Beicheng was shocked and spoke calmly: "But I fell in love with you, Yan Xiaye."

"You are wrong, Libeicheng." I can't remember how long I haven't had such a calm conversation with the man. Yan Xiaye was thinking about the dead old lady, and she could no longer squeeze out a trace of strength to use it with Libeicheng.

The confrontation was made, "You love yourself, you will always be yourself."

"Why do you think so?" A chuckle was unexplained. Li Beicheng's black eyes locked her shaking figure, and pulled her into her arms regardless of her resistance. His big palm was full of possessiveness and hugged her waist.

The handsome face was cold and cold: "I have never been as sure as I have in my life. I don't like you to trample on my own will, Yan Xia Ye."

At this moment, perhaps being infected by the fatigue and sadness in Yan Xiaye's eyes, every word Li Beicheng said was the truth.

He had had enough of the retribution that deceived Yan Xia Ye had suffered. Before he completely lost or obtained her, he would at least be honest with her. Of course, he would not allow her to refuse.

As if he couldn't bear the paranoia and possession in Li Beicheng's eyes that were so strong that it could not be dissolved, Yan Xiaye closed his eyes and simply gave up struggling, and let him hold it indifferently, "Don't you understand? If I don't love you

, Then no matter how much you love me, it will be meaningless.”

She had already tasted the wishful thinking consequences for him.

The taste was bitter and unbearable to look back. If it was his turn to empathize with it at this moment, it would be her revenge.

"It's you who is wrong. Whether it's meaningful or not is not yours." Li Beicheng was so angry that he was about to go crazy. He stared at Yan Xiaye's beautiful little face with a angrily smile, trying to get from her subtle expression

There are traces of right and wrong with the mouth.

However, his plan was destined to be disappointed.

She was indeed in her arms, but she was like a puppet without anger, and also like a delicate and beautiful corpse.

Even the face that was more and more pleasing to the eye was lifeless, and the eyes were pitch black and silent.

Crazy jealousy gnawed his heart, Li Beicheng snorted heavily, and his slender fingers pressed against Yan Xiaye's sharp chin, forcing her to raise her head and look at him, which made her frown.

Frown.

"What, can you smile sweetly in front of your uncle? My turn is all expressionless?"

Looking at Yan Xiaye at a very close distance, the pain in Li Beicheng's heart spread instantly, and a sentence turned out tone while gritting his teeth: "You just hate me so much?"

"I don't love you, just hate you?" Yan Xiaye looked at him quietly. His clear black and white water eyes were deep and deep, and his seductive red lips slightly opened, "Li Beicheng, you probably

I didn't understand what I mean, I mean, from now on, my life will never want to have anything to do with you. Whether it is love or hate, I just want to be a stranger to you, that's all."

Li Beicheng gritted his teeth and kissed Yan Xiaye's lips with rough movements, with great force as if gnawing.

Yan Xiaye pressed his chest with pain, and his originally blank expression was gradually replaced by disgust and panic.

During the whole process, Li Beicheng stared at her without blinking, and Shi Shiran let go of her hand the next second when the oxygen was about to run out, admiring the entire reaction she gave.

Well, not every relationship in this world is suitable for gentle means. For him and Yan Xiaye, perhaps robbery is the only way to continue.

The big palm stretched to her thin shoulders with a sharp smile. Li Beicheng pulled her shoulder strap away with a smile, eager to tear open the clothes that wrapped her, and said to himself as gloomy as if you were so annoying.

I never thought about starting over with me, and I didn’t care what I did for you, so why did I endure it? No matter how much I do, you can’t hate me more than you are now.”

"Libeicheng, do you know that the old lady just passed away?"

Yan Xiaye simply doubted whether Li Beicheng was crazy. He finally gave the vivid expression he wanted: "If you dare to touch me, I will ask for help now, so that everyone can know what a hypocritical thing you are.

!”

"This is my family, you are my wife, everything that happens is reasonable and legal. Don't you think so?"

Aggressively approached, Li Beicheng spent a minute examining Yan Xiaye's outfit. This time, he reached out to her chest with a clear goal, and sneered dangerously: "I almost forgot that there is still a young uncle at home to be you

It's a backer, but when our raw rice is cooked, he is embarrassed to disturb us. Do you think so?"

"You really disgusted me."

Yan Xiaye lowered his voice and cursed angrily, staggering back, but he could not get rid of the man who was following him like a shadow.

She could yell, and if today wasn't the old lady's funeral, she would yell without hesitation.

But the current occasion is too special. There must be many guests and funeral-related staff coming outside. Even if Li Beicheng can lose this face, she doesn't want to be embarrassed at the old lady's funeral.

Li Beicheng was right to take this point, and the sneer on his lips became deeper and deeper, "That's really a pity. After all, you're very moved by me now."

Just when the situation was about to break out, a soft and tender child voice suddenly sounded: "Brother Beicheng, you still dare to bully Yanyan!"

Xiao Yunduo didn't expect that after he came out of the shower, he would actually see Li Beicheng in his room, and happened to see him bullying Yanyan.

The little face of the pink and jade-carved face suddenly became solemn. He returned to the bathroom without saying a word, took out a lot of bottles and jars and smashed them towards Li Beicheng. While smashing them, he said anxiously: "Yanyan

Run!"

Those bottles and jars hit the target at such a close distance. Li Beicheng didn't take these unworthy attacks to heart, but he didn't expect that there was a box of talc powder for children, and the fragrant powder.

He covered his head with a look of confusion, which made him sneeze a few times, and he couldn't see anything in front of him.

"Little Yunduo, beautifully done!"

Yan Xiaye was overjoyed and wanted to hug the little guy and kiss him a few times on the spot, but it is still more important to escape now.

Bent down and avoided Li Beicheng's random groping. She picked up the little Yunduo wrapped in a bath towel with clear goals, bypassed Li Beicheng and rushed out of the door, closed the door and finished it in one go.

"Yanyan, why don't you call me loudly?"

Looking at the closed door behind him with a bulging cheek, Xiao Yunduo imitated his daddy and stretched out his little hand to rub Yan Xiaye's hair. His big eyes were filled with concern: "A person was frightened."
Chapter completed!