After experiencing Yan Xiaye's eloquence again, Chen Aili opened her mouth in a daze, unable to say a word.

Yan Xia Ye no longer gave her a chance to speak. She waved her hand and ordered the maid to see her off. She half-rejected and half-invited her to throw her out of the Qin family and closed the carved iron door in front of her.

Lately stretched, Yan Xiaye returned to the room and took a shower. When he came out, he saw a handsome man on the sofa.

The black and white pupils showed a little surprise. She subconsciously adjusted the height of the bath towel and asked curiously: "When did you..."

"About twenty minutes ago."

Li Yuntang leaned on the sofa and looked through her reading notes. From time to time, he was very professor-like and left a few notes, "Did she make you unhappy?"

"You mean Chen Aili?"

With a towel in his hand, Yan Xiaye walked over and sat down beside him, and smiled fearlessly: "I won't be sad because of her anymore."

Li Yuntang raised his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of his thin lips, not stingy with his affirmation: "Very good."

His heartbeat was a little bit messy, and Yan Xiaye looked straight at the man's dark and deep pupils and asked enthusiastically: "By the way, do you know someone who can make fakes?"

This was the idea she thought of when she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep in the bathtub. She couldn't wait to show off in front of Li Yuntang.

"antique?"

"Yes, wouldn't it be difficult to have that sense of history that has lasted for decades?"

Li Yuntang pondered for a moment, "It should be OK, when will you want it?"

"It's better to get earlier." Yan Xiaye leaned over to look at his annotations on the notebook and asked eagerly: "You don't want to ask me why do you need it?"

The man smiled, raised his hand and rubbed her hair top, and liked her honest trust: "Why do you need it?"

"It's Grandpa Li's pocket watch. Chen Aili just came to see me and just wanted to get it back!"

He raised his face and told the consequences. Yan Xiaye's watery eyes were bright, like a child waiting for the adults to praise him: "I don't believe her reason is as simple as that, so if she really can make Li Beicheng agree to the divorce, I will fake it. Give her a pocket watch, and you can send someone to watch Li Yanze’s movements, maybe you can find out what the use of that watch is.”

“So smart.”

After instantly understanding her intention, Li Yuntang put the notebook in his hand aside, took a towel and wiped her hair. "It seems that the fake cannot be made too similar to it, so that he will accidentally achieve his goal."

"Anyway, I just came up with this idea. Whatever I do depends on you." Li Yuntang relaxed and let him wipe his hair, Yan Xiaye lay on his knee and yawned.

She hasn't had a good sleep in the hospital these days, and once she relaxes, she always feels tired.

Li Yuntang lowered his eyes and looked at her slender and soft eyelashes. His hands, which had originally wiped his hair, stopped and his heart swayed slightly.

"Sleepy?"

Her voice was soft and nodded.

Li Yuntang smiled softly, touched her 80% fucked hair, easily picked her up, and sent her to the big bed considerately and gentlely.

She was trapped in the soft mattress. She opened her eyes and looked at the man close at hand, her heart filled with indescribable throbbing.

He supported her neck with one hand, leaned over and looked at her seriously, her dark pupils reflected her beautiful and harmless face and her evasive eyes.

Under the warm yellow light of the crystal chandelier, the room was quiet, as if you could hear the heartbeats of the two of them one after another.

After a while, Li Yuntang's low magnetic voice sounded, breaking the tranquility: "Summer Night."

She felt a little regretful and blinked in confusion: "Hmm?"

"Give me a few more days, and when the matter here is over, I want to take you abroad for vacation."

He knew how hard she worked so hard that he had to feel distressed for it.

This made him occasionally hesitate whether his decision was right or wrong, but the slender and stubborn little woman in front of him was much more determined than him.

"Only you and me?" Yan Xiaye tilted his little head and blushed a little under his gaze. "Can't you take Xiao Yunduo with you?"

"cannot."

He refused to carry the light bulb with him in a neat manner, and Li Yuntang whispered meaningfully: "My date with you may not be suitable for a third person to be present."

Yan Xiaye's heart trembled and his eyes looked at him with watery eyes: "I don't want it..."

"real?"

With a chuckling, he pinched her soft and tender little face. Li Yuntang's fingertips with thin calluses slid down her cheeks to the corner of her lips, and pressed them gently with a meaningful meaning: "If I can't help it, you will push it."

Do you open me?"

Yan Xiaye frowned slightly and could not give any answer for a while.

Even she herself didn't know how many times could she reject the temptation from him?

It was obvious that she was involuntarily restless, and the smile on the corners of the man's lips became more and more sexy and charming.

With his eyes facing each other, he leaned over and slowly held her, his movements were gentle and almost affectionate, and he carefully tasted her unique sweet taste.

Her breathing became rapid, her slender eyelashes were trembling violently, and her thin white hands pressed against the man, wrinkled his shirt in a tangled manner, as if she wanted to push him away, and as if she wanted to get closer to him.

Reason warns her that it is over, but emotions guide her to follow her heart.

When the kiss ended, the two of them were a little gasping for the same time.

“Summer Night.”

Unconsciously, his kiss moved to her tender ears, and his voice hoarsely called her name: "Tell me, what are you thinking?"

Yan Xiaye looked at him with a swaying heart, and there was a last trace of clarity left in his eyes.

Qingmei's eyebrows and eyes suddenly burst into a vivid smile. She smiled like a little fox with a cunning smile: "I'm wondering, has the maid cleaned up your room?"

This world is cold and cruel. People never allow mistakes. Even a single step will make people doom.

She couldn't even be sure of her own feelings, let alone Li Yuntang's.

If this was a game, she would have become accustomed to her current role, used to men's love words that seem true or false, and used to their close relationship.

Friendship or lovers are not full, this may be a perfect ending.

Sometimes she thought, if there was no beginning, would it never end?

"...You are so cruel."

She kissed her clean and pure little face without satisfaction. Li Yuntang smiled and left the bed, and took a quilt to cover her: "Good night, Xia Ye."

She still smiled and said very well and gentlely: "Good night."

The handsome and uninformed man looked at her for the last time, turned off the bedside lamp for her before leaving the room, and his voice with a faint smile could not hear his joy and anger: "Have a good dream."

Watching the man's back disappear outside the door, Yan Xiaye's tense heartstrings relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief.

If there is a mirror in front of her, she will definitely see her confused expression.

His gentlemanly solicited her opinions, but he was rejected without any nostalgia. His ease of manners was heartbreaking.

She and him knew very well that as long as his attitude was tougher, she had no room or qualification to reject him.

Many thoughts turned into a mess in my mind, and finally turned into a bitter smile on my lips.

Perhaps, because her existence is optional for men, it is not enough to make men use force?

He immediately stopped this dangerous idea. Yan Xiaye shivered into the quilt, always feeling that he had the tendency to become shaking.

Looking sideways at the wall adjacent to the next room, she silently said good night, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning, another entertainment news that swept the rivers and seas made the front page, replacing Ji Manman's remarks about true love and innocence at a press conference.

Yan Xiaye slept well last night, but she woke up a little earlier today.

She was stuck in bed and browsing her phone, clicking on the news that was pushed to her, and accidentally saw the aggressive man in the video.

Click to play, the man's unreasonable speech immediately rang in the room: "I have only one purpose for you. In the news these two days, Chu Xinian's fiancee is definitely my mother's adopted daughter. I don't know how she transformed

Becoming the daughter of a rich family, I only know that she suddenly disappeared one day a few years ago, abandoning the family that raised her, and abandoning me, the brother who treats her as her own brother!"

Yan Xiaye's confused little face gradually became serious, and he silently complained that he regarded it as his own. Isn't it wrong to use it here?

However, the reporters did not pay attention to details as much as she did. Countless microphones were sent to the man. Someone couldn't wait to ask: "What do you mean is that Mr. Chu's fiancée abandoned her family just for glory and wealth?"

"I didn't say that, but my mother was depressed because of her disappearance and died of serious illness!" The man mentioned his deceased mother and his expression became more and more angry. He waved his fists to express his dissatisfaction, but the necessary sentimentality and nostalgia were lacking.

, "I want to use your calls to let her meet me immediately, the sooner the better!"

"Don't worry, although we think you are likely to recognize the wrong person, we will still contact Miss Qin for you to give her an answer."

"Then I thank you so much. I have been waiting for my sister to come home over the years. I look forward to her appearing every year on my mother's death day, but she always disappoints me."

Yan Xiaye carefully observed the man in the video. He was about thirty years old and had a yellow hair that seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time. The middle of his face was not very straightforward, and his garlic nose was particularly eye-catching.

The clothes were simple jeans and thick sweater, which looked like a passerby's armor everywhere. When the hands waving in front of the camera flicked by, people could clearly see the mud in their fingers.

Even after many years, she still recognized this person - the son of Huang Qian's adoptive parents back then.

The last trace of sleep completely disappeared from his mind, and Yan Xiaye sat up holding his cell phone.
Chapter completed!