Yan Xiaye was slightly stunned and subconsciously hid his phone behind him.

Recalling the loss of control just now, she pursed her lips uneasy, "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

"Not only, I seem to hear..." Li Yuntang leaned against the door, raised his eyebrows at her with a handsome face, and a meaningful smile on the corner of his lips: "Are you calling me?"

She didn't call him, she just felt it out for a moment.

Seeing her silence with her little head hanging down, Li Yuntang walked to her side with her long legs, and tyrannically embraced her slightly cool body into her arms.

With the faint moonlight passing through the curtains, he looked down at her dodging gaze. The faint words contained huge pressure: "Who made you angry, huh?"

Yan Xiaye's slender eyelashes trembled, and he didn't want to lift those scarred pasts this night.

In fact, she rarely gets angry, and most of the few times she is for him.

In order to avoid the man's secret eyes, she leaned forward slightly, put her snow-white forehead on his chest, and said softly: "It's Chen Aili's phone call. She is not in China now, and her purpose is probably That pocket watch is related.”

Li Yuntang raised his hand and rubbed her soft hair, and instantly realized what she said: "Sister-in-law knows that watch is a fake?"

"Seeing that she was so angry, I guess she had already confirmed it before calling." The more I thought about it, the more I felt that there was a secret here. Yan Xiaye took a step back from the man's arms and raised her little face with great enthusiasm.

Her black and white pupils were thrilling under the faint moonlight, and she said with depression: "Given the origin and value of that pocket watch, I don't think Chen Aili would go to find an appraiser to appraise unless it is necessary. Reasons for identification.”

Li Yuntang smiled, glanced at Yan Xiaye's slightly opened door behind him, and walked towards the guest room with her in no trace.

The low magnetic voice is like the silence of the night. It is obviously not ambiguous and lingering words, but it has the power to make people blush and beat.

"It's my summer night, so smart."

"Who is yours..."

Li Yuntang smiled softly and changed the tone according to her intention, "Then, am I yours?"

The ears suddenly became hot. Yan Xiaye couldn't stand his teasing from time to time, and refused decisively without giving him any face: "Don't, I can't afford it!"

"Not necessarily." Li Yuntang was there, and he glanced at her with a sexy and intimate look: "If you don't try it, how can you know?"

"Anyway, I'm talking to you about the serious matter..."

While talking, the two entered the guest room.

Yan Xiaye quickly closed his mouth and hurriedly looked back at the tiny figure sleeping on the big bed.

Fortunately, she didn't wake up Xiao Yunduo.

On the other hand, Li Yuntang was much more comfortable than her. She took two boxes of milk into the kitchenette included in the guest room and put it in the microwave to heat it.

"Don't worry, this kid's sleep quality is very good and he won't be woken up easily."

"That's good."

Yan Xiaye relaxed slightly and hid with Li Yuntang in a kitchen covering an area of ​​three or four square meters. There were many convenient bottles and jars around him, and the distance between the two inevitably came. Very close.

Try to keep a distance of two or three centimeters from the man. Yan Xiaye raised his arm, gently flipped the man's neckline with his slender fingertips, and hooked a very thin platinum necklace from it.

As for the necklace pendant, he thought it was the pocket watch.

After looking at this pocket watch over and over, Yan Xiaye still couldn't figure out what's special about it.

Li Yuntang turned on the microwave and handed her one of the boxes of milk. Feng Danyun asked slowly, "Want to know?"

Yan Xiaye's eyes lit up and he nodded impatiently.

This was the first time she had used her intelligence and wit to humiliate Chen Aili. How could she not look forward to the fruit of victory?

"Some banks in this world are special. They store not only money and checks, but also things that the owner can store and can only withdraw through some password or special items."

Speaking of this, it was enough for Yan Xiaye to suddenly realize it.

No wonder she couldn't imagine the function of a pocket watch. This was not an intellectual flaw, but a limitation of her vision.

"So, this pocket watch is Grandpa Li's voucher to withdraw what he has in a certain bank?"

"It's probably true. Judging from my sister-in-law's panic attitude, even if the things you save are not gold, they may be hard currency that can be quickly cashed in."

After this period of teaching by example, Yan Xiaye gradually followed the man's thinking, "Is it Li Yanze's meaning?"

Li Yuntang smiled but said nothing, picked up the milk and took a bite, and suddenly asked casually: "Xia Ye, do you still remember that I said I would give you a divorce gift?"

"Yeah." Yan Xiaye nodded in confusion, recalling some ambiguous clips in his mind, and turned his face awkwardly: "Didn't you give it to me?"

Her straightforward reaction made Li Yuntang laugh, and his eyes became more and more burning and deeper when he looked at her.

The next second, the man gently picked her chin with his slender fingers, leaned down and kissed her like a dragonfly, and said with a unique meaning: "So you treat this as a gift?"

“…”

Yan Xiaye was so angry that she couldn't speak, so she could only stare at the man angrily and express her dissatisfaction with her eyes.

Li Yuntang reluctantly stopped smiling and slid her pretty nose seriously, "There is another gift I give you. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be time to rush before the end of the year."

Yan Xiaye listened halfway through halfway through halfway through halfway through no understanding.

What kind of gift is worth Li Yuntang’s efforts?

Before she could think more deeply, the man had put down the milk and pulled her back to the bedroom, "Want to go to Miss Qin so?"

"Go!"

He definitely didn't want Xiao Yunduo to see her and Li Yuntang share the same bed. Yan Xiaye quickly rejected the man's hint and slipped back to the next master bedroom with oil on the soles of his feet.

In the bedroom, perhaps because she had a loud noise in the corridor before, Qin Yiren had already woken up.

The bedside light was on beside her. She held a paintbrush in her hand and quickly put it on the drawing board with a nervous look. The tip of the pen and rice paper made rustling sounds, as if she hadn't noticed that Yan Xiaye was back.

"Yiren?"

Inexplicably, Qin Yiren's condition was not right. Yan Xiaye called her in a low voice, walked behind her gently, lowered her eyes to see the content on the drawing board.

After not seeing each other for a while, Qin Yiren's painting skills were obviously guided by famous artists, and the portraits she drew were full of vigor.
Chapter completed!