So until now, Li Beicheng realized that he liked Yan Xiaye to call him like this, as if everything five years ago was just an illusion. She was his legitimate only wife, and he no longer had to worry about how to deal with Yaer and Shui Rou.

...

Time passed by minute by minute in the stalemate. Yan Shuirou raised her red eyes and looked at Li Beicheng, feeling that he probably didn't hear her clearly: "Beicheng, we'll get divorced..."

"Do you want to divorce me because of Yan Shuirou or Li Yuntang?" As if you were afraid that you would hear her say the same sentence repeatedly, his eyebrows and eyes looked at her coldly, and while interrupting her, the corners of his lips were hung with a lingering eye.

A dazzling and dazzling ridiculous laugh: "Did the uncle give you a little bit of a good look, and you forget your identity and how you married into the Li family?"

Yan Xiaye lowered his eyes and suddenly recalled that the blood on Li Yuntang's hand fell on her face along the blade. This incident had just passed a few hours.

The son of a daughter cannot sit in the hall. There were so many bodyguards present at that time, but no one could match Li Yuntang in the rescue of her.

Now that I think about it, if someone else had been, no one would have been so stupid that he would have snatched the knife with his bare hands to save her appearance.

But Li Yuntang is not only not stupid, but also one of the smart people she has seen in her life, powerful, wise, graceful and calm.

His kindness to her was definitely not just giving her a good look.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be so confused and unable to control herself.

But this has nothing to do with her decision to divorce from beginning to end.

Seeing Yan Xiaye silent for a long time, Li Beicheng thought this was her default. His eyes were red with a jealousy, and he spoke gently with a cruel smile: "Yan Xiaye, why do you think the young uncle is so nice to you?"

Her heart was shocked and she met Li Beicheng's sight in shock. She felt that what the man was about to say, maybe she didn't want to hear it.

Li Beicheng naturally did not allow her to escape, and admired her pale and helpless expression: "I tell you, my grandfather promised himself that no matter who married you, the descendants of the Li family would have an absolute advantage in inheriting the property. You think they were like him.

A cold-hearted man will also talk about love? Don’t dream! He has wanted to get the Li family since he was 20 years old, and this is why he is deliberately trying to treat you well!"

So, is that true...

Yan Xiaye's mind trembled violently and she was speechless for a moment.

Li Beicheng was very satisfied with the effect of this truth, so he picked up a strand of hair and put it on his lips to kiss him: "How? I know that my uncle is no different from all the men in this world, and he is greedy for money and power, and he will be so disappointed?"

Her dry pupils slowly moved, and the handsome and handsome appearance of the man was reflected in her eyes, but she could no longer have any slight turmoil.

Li Beicheng was worried for no reason, so he had to grit his teeth and say it more clearly: "Xia Ye, you still don't understand anything. Do you think the Li family has reached today by being kind and kind? Do you think the young uncle can abandon the Li family at the age of 20 and set up another one.

Jiangshan is ruthless?”

He pinched her painful feet and grinded them hard with relish. Seeing her trembling in pain due to the shattering of the fantasy, he felt an indescribable satisfaction in his heart.

That's right, Yan Xiaye can only be his woman. No matter whether it is possessive or anything, he will not allow her to escape from him.

Just as he was secretly content with his decisive actions, he heard her sound as if she was about to break, gently scattered in the night wind: "It turns out that grandpa's request is the only reason you promised to marry me. No wonder, I will always compare

But Yan Shuirou..."

When she finished speaking, Li Beicheng opened his eyes wide and his arms pressed against her shoulders exposed.

He thought about how to discredit the image of his uncle and how to stop Yan Xiaye's unrealistic fantasy, but he never thought about her pale face and her pain and loss of composure, but it was all for him.

His heart tightened, and his throat seemed to have a choked bunch of cotton, and the satisfaction of pleasure turned into heart-wrenching pain in the blink of an eye.

He knew what to say to leave a message, even if he could tell a lie, but when he was staring at the clear and sad pupils, he opened his lips repeatedly, breathing intermittently, and still couldn't say a word.

.

Yan Xiaye took a deep breath, and spread his fingers to pinch her, leaving only the loneliness left in his eyes after the burning of emotions: "Li Beicheng, I don't hate you, nor do I love you anymore."

After saying that, she left the dumb man and turned around and left the house.

It was a mistake for her to come here many years ago, and this place was never her home.

...

In the small garden next to the fountain, the little cloud squatted in front of the roses, holding his little face and whispering to the flower.

"They have been in for a long time, and I don't know if Daddy will be in trouble. He was so seriously injured that he frightened Yanyan. I hope Daddy will get better soon."

The beautiful flowers swayed gently in the moonlight, and I don’t know how much he heard his words.

Xiao Yunduo frowned in distress, stood up and stretched his body, and happened to see a figure walking over the gravel road, and quickly waved his hand: "Yanyan, I'm here!"

He hurriedly wiped off the corners of his eyes and looked at him in the sound. Seeing the little cloud running towards her, he quickly took off his coat and wrapped the child: "Why are you outside alone?"

"Grandma is in poor health and goes to bed early. I don't want to go inside." Xiao Yunduo was held in Yanyan's arms relaxed and smelled the pleasant fragrance on her body: "I secretly tell you that I don't like my aunt and don't want to go in."

She caught it."

Yan Xiaye knew how difficult it was to get along with Shen Aili, but she didn't expect that she wouldn't even let go of Xiao Yunduo, and immediately frowned: "Your face is so red. Have you caught a cold? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Is there any?" Xiao Yunduo struggled out a hand from his coat and touched his forehead: "It seems that there is no, Yanyan, you are, why are you crying secretly? Is the eldest aunt bullying you too?"

Yan Xiaye laughed awkwardly, but she didn't expect that such inconspicuous little movements would be discovered, but this also shows how focused the little guy was when he was watching her.

She sighed warmly in her heart. She first put the little guy on the ground and touched his forehead at noon, and changed the topic: "How did the aunt bully you?"

"Well... she forced me to eat something I didn't like, and always smiled at me as if she was fake, and liked to pinch my face, and that kind of thing was very hard!" Xiao Yunduo counted Shen Aili's various sins with her fingers.

Suddenly I felt a little dizzy: "Yanyan, your hands are so cool!"

When he said this, the little guy had big black and white eyes, watery eyes, and an abnormal flush on his fair cheeks.
Chapter completed!