"Is it."

Li Yuntang's voice was low, and his lips curled up in an indistinguishable way.

The next moment, the sound of close contact between fists and flesh was as muffled as thunder, mixed with the crisp sound of broken bones.

The man who had been so domineering just now had his facial features distorted, and in the blink of an eye he screamed and fell to the ground.

"Master Li, we..."

The two bodyguards were frightened. They looked at each other and did not dare to step forward. They consciously buried their heads very low.

The woman he was holding down was no longer a woman for his young master's pleasure, but a hot potato that would cause trouble.

"roll."

As if they were granted amnesty, the two men immediately stepped out five meters away and remained silent together with the young master in trouble.

He stopped in front of her, and she was the only one in his eyes that were so dark that they were almost blue.

Yan Xiaye's eyes were red, unable to hide under his deep gaze.

He could only try his best to hold on to the torn clothes on his body, barely maintaining his precarious dignity.

The suit jacket dropped from the sky with his warmth, and the cool breath surrounded her.

"Can you stand up?"

She nodded subconsciously and stumbled uncontrollably when she stood up.

Li Yuntang took a long step, picked up the little woman who fell in his arms, kicked Yan Er away and walked out of the box.

Along the way, even though Li Yuntang chose the nearest safe exit, he still attracted the attention of everyone nearby.

Yan Xiaye's cheeks were slightly red and his whole body was stiff, but he knew that now was not the time to show off.

After secretly doing some mental construction, she suppressed the complicated feelings in her heart and leaned on the man's solid chest with clear texture.

Through the thin summer shirt, his aura is so vivid that it cannot be ignored.

Having stayed up all night last night, coupled with the dual effects of alcohol, Yan Xiaye's heartbeat was racing rapidly.

"Little uncle..."

"Um."

He looked down at her, his black pupils were cool and moist. Just standing there, he had an aura that was as deep as an abyss and unfathomable.

It’s as if he was born to be admired by all and chase the top of the clouds.

The gap between the two was so huge that she couldn't figure it out, let alone see through him.

The cool night breeze blew across her cheeks, but it couldn't dissipate the heat spreading inside her body.

As if by mistake, she murmured in her drunken state: "Uncle, do you have pity on me?"

While waiting for an answer, she looked up at him from bottom to top, her eyes focused on his flawless profile, her heart racing with uncertainty.

"Would you be sad if I said yes?"

Yan Xiaye's drunken eyes dimmed a little, and he answered duplicitously: "...No."

Maybe other women don't mind being pitied and sympathized by a strong man, but she is insensitive to it.

In the past five years, the reason why she was able to grit her teeth and live a good life in prison was not only to find the support of her children's beliefs, but also to completely break away from the stupid and pitiful self in the past.

But even if she has worked hard, in the eyes of a man as blessed as Li Yuntang...

Probably still a clown, not worth mentioning.

"Yan Xiaye." He read her name in a low and magnetic voice, opened the car door and leaned over to put her on the passenger seat. He fastened her seat belt himself, then looked into her eyes and said calmly: "I'm not pitying you.

, and you don’t need anyone to pity you.”

After saying that, Li Yuntang took a step back, walked around to the other side of the car, opened the door, and started the car.

Yan Xiaye looked away, twitching the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating tone, silently cutting off the flutter in his heart.

She didn't dare to dream when she was innocent many years ago, let alone today, she is just a prisoner who has been released from prison.

The reality was cruel and terrifying, but it happened to allow her to stay awake under his leering charm.

She always seemed to feel ashamed in front of him.

Her body was hot and her mind was dizzy. Unknowingly, she slowly lost control of her body and her consciousness fell into darkness.

In the driver's seat, the calm and handsome man raised his hand to pull up the coat that had fallen off the shoulders of the sleeping girl, and then glanced sideways at the cell phone beside her that was vibrating, disturbing her dream.

In the dim car, the words Li Beicheng were clearly visible on the screen.

The man was thoughtful, looked at Yan Xiaye's restless sleeping face again, and hung up in time before she frowned.

"Dududu..."

On the other side, Li Beicheng put down his cell phone with a gloomy expression and refused the fruit that Yan Shuirou brought to his lips.

Perhaps it was because Yan Xiaye had changed so much since he was released from prison. Even though he had already asked Yan Er not to take any serious action, he was still restless since sunset, always feeling that something was out of control.

So when the phone rang, he didn't notice that Yan Shuirou bit his lip and hesitated to speak. He answered the call without looking at it: "Yan Xiaye, you dare to hang up on me..."

"That little aunt has the backing of your Mr. Li, so what else can she not dare to do?" As soon as Yan Er mentioned Yan Xiaye, Yan Er immediately felt that his newly bandaged ribs were beginning to tear his heart out again.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Li, who usually looks noble and elegant, is no different from a desperado when it comes to his actions.

For a moment, he really thought that he would not be able to live to see the sun tomorrow.

Listening to the loud voice on the phone, Li Beicheng frowned, and calmly wiped away the trace of undetectable regret in his heart, and then spoke with a smile: "Yan Er, your words have no beginning or end, what's the matter?

Is your son related to my brother-in-law?"

"You said I was unjustly beaten. Yes, I was a bit rough with her, but you asked the secretary to send a message saying that she could play with her as she pleased. Now it's better, my old man is urging me to go back and receive family law!"

Yan Er ignored his words and vented his resentment: "I don't care, you owe me a huge favor for tonight, you gave me five points for that contract, no negotiation!

"

"Wait, what are you talking about..."

Before he could finish speaking, the other party had already hung up angrily.

Li Beicheng put away his cell phone inexplicably, connected several key points together in his mind, and suddenly looked at Yan Shuirou, who had her little head lowered and said nothing.

His heart suddenly sank, and he secretly softened the tone he was about to speak, but he still couldn't hide the original intention of the question: "Shui Rou, what on earth is going on?"

"Beicheng, I'm sorry."

Yan Shuirou listened on the sidelines, feeling puzzled and resentful about Second Master Li's rescue.

If the other party did not show up in time and Yan Xiaye was completely defiled by Yan Er, Li Beicheng might be angry and furious, but in the end, even for Ya'er's sake, she didn't believe that Li Beicheng would not stand on her side.

Thinking of this, Yan Shuirou's heart throbbed unwillingly, her face turned pale, and she said in a trembling cry: "When I went to see Mr. Yan as you asked, there were many people there. I'm sorry.
Chapter completed!