"Really?" She raised her chin slightly, her eyes piercing his heart like needlepoints: "If everything I do is just humiliating myself, and it is ultimately my own business, why are you so angry?

"

Yes, it was just Yan Xia Ye... a woman he didn't love. Why on earth was he so angry?

Yes, as long as she is still his wife, no man can tolerate his own woman being in the arms of another man.

He couldn't stand her lowering her eyes and smiling at other men. Thinking about it carefully, it was just possessiveness.

It has absolutely nothing to do with whether he loves her or not!

After thinking about this clearly, Li Beicheng felt that he suddenly felt much calmer.

However, his calmness did not last for a few seconds, and was easily broken by Yan Xiaye's next words: "By the way, if you still let Yan Shuirou be my boss, then I promise that things like this today will still happen.

It will happen a second time.”

Second time?!

In his mind, Yan Xiaye once again flirted with several men with blurry faces, and Li Beicheng almost pinched her wrist off!

The pain was so sharp that it was almost impossible to keep the mocking and crazy smile on Yan Xiaye's face.

"Okay!" Only then did Li Beicheng realize what he had done. He loosened his grip on Yan Xiaye little by little and stared at the purple finger marks on her wrist: "From tomorrow on, you will be directly responsible for me, Shui Rou.

No longer your boss."

Finally hearing her final goal from his mouth, Yan Xiaye's tense heartstrings relaxed, and she was so exhausted that she was about to collapse.

If she continues to stay under Yan Shuirou, there is no need to mention what Yan Shuirou will do to her.

The most important thing is that she doesn't know how many years or months it will take before she can get access to those dusty files. That is what she really wants.

Leaning against the cold wall and taking a breath, Yan Xiaye softened his voice at the right time: "Is there anything else? If not, I will go back to the old house first. Grandma said she likes to eat the cookies I made."

"...It can be seen that you do have a way of pleasing your elders." Li Beicheng still did not move away from her, looking at her gloomily with lowered eyes: "You don't know that pleasing your husband is more useful than pleasing other people.

What?"

"Maybe." Yan Xiaye looked back at him calmly, and his tone was so calm that no emotion or anger could be heard: "It's a pity that you only love Yan Shuirou, and you never wanted to be my husband, and I don't care anymore."

When she almost couldn't survive her five years in prison, she wanted to skin him and Yan Shuirou, break their bones and crush them into ashes.

But five years later, when she came out of prison alive, she had already lost the ability to love, and she didn't even have the strength to hate.

If the passionate scene between Li Beicheng and Yan Shuirou in the conference room hadn't stimulated her, she would probably have remained indifferent and unwilling to talk nonsense to him.

Her tone was so calm, but Li Beicheng was shocked by this simple sentence.

He lowered his head and looked into her numb and tearful eyes, suddenly feeling surprised and uncertain.

There is no doubt that even if Yan Xiaye doesn't want to admit it, she at least truly and deeply hates him.

But one day, she couldn't even bring herself to hate him...

At that time, who would he be in her heart?

…

Back at the old house, Yan Xiaye straightened his clothes in the garden, then blinked his red eyes, trying not to see anything too wrong, and then walked into the living room along the entrance.

Inadvertently, Xiao Yunduo's crisp voice came to my ears not far away: "Ya'er, how could you do this!"

Yan Xiaye stopped and subconsciously walked towards the source of the sound.

In the spacious and bright kitchen, Xiao Yunduo frowned in confusion and pointed at the steaming soup pot not far away: "If you spit into Yan Yan's tonic soup, even if Brother Beicheng knows, he will definitely criticize you.

you."

"Who wants you to mind your own business?" Ya'er was a little shorter than Xiao Yunduo in height, but she was very arrogant and glared at her with big eyes: "Also, I didn't do anything, you were abandoned by my mother.

This guy has no right to speak against me!"

Hearing this, Yan Xiaye frowned, quickened his pace, and pushed open the ajar door of the kitchen.

Xiao Yunduo's cheeks turned red with anger, her little fists tremblingly hung by her side, she bit her lip and said angrily: "Shut up, if it weren't for you being a girl, I would have beaten you long ago!"

"Come on, come on, if you dare to lay a finger on me, I will tell my great-grandmother that you bullied me!"

Raising her head towards Xiao Yunduo, Ya'er had a proud smile on her face: "I tell you, when great-grandmother dies soon, I will be the woman with the highest status in the Li family, and you will not be allowed to come to the house first.

.”

"Grandma is so kind to you, you..."

Halfway through Xiao Yunduo's indignant speech, he opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked behind Ya'er: "Yanyan?"

Yan Xiaye didn't have time to look at him. He suppressed his anger and walked up to Ya'er.

When the girl turned around, he gave her a gentle slap and said expressionlessly: "It doesn't matter how you treat me, but I don't allow you to be rude to Xiao Yunduo, let alone curse grandma.

.”

Ya'er has grown so big and behaves all day long relying on the old lady's favor. This is the first time she has been beaten.

She was stunned for a moment, and the next second she jumped up like a furious lion.

He grabbed the hand that Yan Xiaye hit her with, showed his white teeth and bit it!

This bite was merciless. Through the thin summer clothes, the bright red blood immediately soaked into the fabric and hit the ground.

Yan Xiaye groaned, almost hearing the sound of his own flesh and blood being separated, and gave a gentle push unconsciously.

At the same time, Xiao Yunduo also grabbed Ya'er's shoulders and pushed back, feeling sorry for Yan Xiaye's serious injury: "Are you a dog? Hurry up and let go of Yan Yan!"

Under the dual action of force, no matter how hard Ya'er gritted her teeth, she was still pushed out about half a meter and fell to the ground with a mouth full of blood.

Xiao Yunduo ignored Ya'er's pretentiousness and rushed forward to gently lift Yan Xiaye's sleeves.

The old wounds on the snow-white and slender arms have not yet healed, coupled with the bruises that Li Beicheng pinched when he lost his composure, and the bloody brand-new tooth marks, it is so miserable that one cannot bear to see it.

Xiao Yunduo closed her eyes and took a breath of pain for her: "Yanyan, please endure it for now, I'll call the doctor right now!"

After saying that, he ran out with red eyes and bumped into the maid who rushed over after hearing Ya'er's scream: "Young Master, what are you..."

"Yanyan is injured, please go find a doctor quickly."
Chapter completed!