In the restaurant, the old lady sat in the main seat early.

Li Beicheng saw Yan Xiaye coming from afar, and he rarely pulled a gentlemanly chair for her and arranged her to sit next to her.

Yan Xiaye hesitated and smiled at the old lady, withdrew his gaze and quietly accepted Li Beicheng's arrangement.

Through the long palace dining table, Yan Xiaye and Yin Mo looked at each other in pairs, and then took the initiative to look away after a while.

"Miss Yin, you are Yuntang's fiancée, so here is the same as in your own home, there is no need to be restrained." The old lady first nodded to Yin Mo, a guest, and then spoke to Chen Aili on her right hand. : "I asked you to book a place for Xia Ye and his young couple tonight. Have you told someone to book it?"

Chen Aili now fully realized the importance of Yan Xiaye and quickly showed a smile: "Mom, don't worry, I promise that Xiaye and Beicheng will have a very pleasant time tonight."

"Very good." The old lady picked up the chopsticks with satisfaction and greeted everyone: "I know you young people are very busy, but every dish is carefully prepared by the chef. You will choose what you like to try. Then do whatever you should do, don't stay here to accompany me, the old woman."

Yan Xiaye was very willing to stay here to accompany her grandmother, but she also knew very well that it was definitely not what grandmother wanted to see.

Try to ignore Li Beicheng beside him. Yan Xiaye devoted all his attention to taking care of Xiao Yunduo, put neat shrimp meat into his plate, and he didn't even move his chopsticks.

Li Beicheng glanced at her calmly, took the initiative to pick up a chopstick of lotus root and put it into her bowl and whispered: "The dishes ordered by mom may not be as good as your appetite, so you can eat a little bit."

He spoke to her with such a close attitude as if nothing had happened between them.

Yan Xiaye subconsciously wanted to resist this closeness, but was looked at by the old lady kindly and earnestly. She could only pick up a napkin to wipe her fingers, eat the food that Li Beicheng gave her, and suddenly felt curious: "How could you know I like lotus roots?”

Before she was imprisoned, although she often sat with Li Beicheng for dinner, she always accommodated his taste and never felt it was inappropriate.

Naturally, Li Beicheng was suffocated by this simple question, and the chopsticks between his fingers became heavy.

No wonder Yan Xiaye was curious. If the chef hadn't said it occasionally, he would have known nothing about her preferences.

After a while, Li Beicheng carefully answered slowly: "I will pay attention to whatever you like in the future."

Yan Xiaye twitched the corners of her lips. Not only did she not feel moved by Li Beicheng's consideration, but she felt her hair standing on her body, alerting whether he was going to do something that would make her sad or embarrassed.

Although the two of them had a short conversation lowered their voices, they were still inevitably heard by others across the dining table.

Yin Moruo looked at the mysterious Li Yuntang beside him thoughtfully, and said with a smile: "Xia Ye, you and Beicheng are so loving, and I am so envious of you when I see it."

Yan Xiaye paused when he put down the tableware, knowing that Yin Mo had regarded her as an enemy and did not want her to have a good life.

"Miss Yin has a little uncle with her, so there is no need to envy Xia Ye and me." Li Beicheng's eyes turned, and he noticed something wrong, cleverly changed the topic: "I don't know when the two of you will get married, and I will be with you. Summer nights will definitely give you a generous gift.”

"I can't wait to marry Yuntang, but unfortunately Yuntang regards his career as more important than me." Yin Mo complained coquettishly, and naturally climbed onto Li Yuntang's shoulders, shaking him gently and acting coquettishly: "Yuntang, so do I It's very popular. If you don't make up your mind to marry me, I'll spend the rest of my life with another man. Then you won't have time to regret it."

As a famous socialite who grew up in Western society, Yin Mo said this and did not look frivolous. Even the old lady couldn't help but be amused by her: "You girl, you are so weird."

Chen Aili also hurriedly said something interesting. Li Beicheng chuckled and agreed, and for a while, the guest and the host and the host were all happy.

In the lively and cheerful atmosphere, Yan Xiaye didn't listen to a word.

With the hustle and bustle of voices, she quietly raised her eyes, looking at Li Yuntang nervously as if she was a thief.

The man did not bet on her with a slight gaze. His thin lips seemed to be smiling, and he looked at Yin Mo and teased others lazyly.

It seemed like my heart suddenly became empty.

Yan Xiaye quickly withdrew his gaze, and his hands holding the chopsticks tightened unconsciously. His slender eyelashes drooped, covering his eyes with all kinds of self-deprecating.

What are she... still looking forward to?

...

After dinner, Yan Xiaye and Xiao Yunduo were playing in the garden, waiting for Libeicheng to go back to his room to change his clothes.

She covered her eyes with a scarf and slapped around in the flowers: "Ah, I will catch you immediately when I hear your footsteps!"

"Haha, Yanyan's big fool." Xiao Yunduo, with his petite figure, rushed left and right under Yan Xiaye's strict defense, sprinkling laughter and joy.

Yan Xiaye's white nose was covered with sweat beads, Qingmei's little face was flushed, she pricked up her ears to catch the subtle sound, and rushed in one direction: "Hmph, dare to scold me for being a fool, look at me Not to catch you..."

The first thing that comes to touch with the slender fingertips is a slightly cool and expensive fabric.

Yan Xiaye's heartbeat suddenly stopped and it was too late to stop. She crashed into the man's hard arms.

She hurriedly pulled off the scarf in front of her, stretched out a finger to press against the man's shoulder to leverage the force, stood up as quickly as possible, and said estrangely and politely: "Little Uncle."

"……Um."

Li Yuntang narrowed his narrow eyes and suddenly realized that since Yin Mo appeared, she had never called him by his name again.

The breeze brought the cold fragrance on him, which made her feel restless and she wished she could slip away from him immediately.

She thought so, and she really did.

However, just as she was about to pass by him, Li Yuntang slowly raised his right hand and gently grabbed her wrist.

The man touched the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist with his callous fingertips. The strange numbness made her bit her lip, and she was panicked and wanted to break free. Her eyes hurriedly glanced at his hand, and then stood stiffly on the original in the next second land.

No matter what the purpose was, he had been seriously injured for her.

"you……"

Before Li Yuntang could speak, Yan Xiaye recalled the old lady's old and kind face and made up his mind to say quickly: "Uncle, don't bother with Huang Qian's affairs anymore. I will find an opportunity to ask the old lady for help. Over the past few days, Thank you for your help.”

Without stopping, Yan Xiaye felt that he was about to suffocate.
Chapter completed!