Seeing that the boy was about to fall, Yan Xiaye ran over quickly and caught the limp body in his arms: "How are you? Are there any injuries?"

Looking closer, you can see that the boy has exquisite and handsome features, is cute and smart in an off-white suit, and is a replica of the little prince in the fairy tale.

The little boy in her arms showed no fear or fear at all. He blinked his big eyes and smiled at her: "It's okay, Yun Duo is a man and is not afraid of pain."

After saying that, he turned his little head to look behind Yan Xiaye: "Daddy, you are one step later than your beautiful sister!"

Yan Xiaye smiled, put down the child, turned around and looked around, and was caught off guard by a pair of black pupils as deep as the night sky.

Under the warm afternoon sun, a tall and handsome man stood in front of her.

The distance was so close that as long as she raised her head a little, she could kiss the man's sexy Adam's apple.

She was startled, and she was so panicked when she dodged backwards that she lost her balance and fell down.

Just when she was ready to close her eyes and endure the pain, a cold and faint fragrance passed by the tip of her nose.

Through the thin fabric, the heat from the man's palm burned her slightly cool skin.

She opened her eyes in shock, just in time to see the man's long, slender hands brushing her waist without leaving a trace, and a magnetic, deep voice sounded in her ears: "Be careful."

Breathing was involuntary and stagnant for a while.

She came to her senses slowly, quickly lowered her head to cover up her loss, and took a step back politely.

"Thanks."

Seeing that she didn't even dare to look at him, the man curled his lips thoughtfully, with a meaningful look in his eyes: "Yeah."

Yan Xiaye was speechless, and quietly glanced at the cold and deep man, wondering if he had heard wrong.

Although not every thank you can be exchanged for being polite, but what does 'um' mean?

Could it be that she thought her thank you was insincere and asked her to continue the topic?

Just as Yan Xiaye was struggling to figure out what the other party meant, Li Beicheng walked up not far away.

He was very dissatisfied with Yan Xiaye's behavior in front of Ya'er. He originally planned to follow her and continue to threaten her, but when facing the man, he could only be respectful: "Little uncle."

Li Yuntang then took his eyes away from Yan Xiaye and nodded slightly with a cold expression.

The second master of the Li family, Li Yuntang.

He left the Li family to start his own business at the age of twenty. Now he is the CEO of an international investment bank and the dream lover of most of the famous ladies in Jiangcheng.

After not seeing each other for several years, this man's presence is still exaggerated and suffocating.

Li Beicheng is already good enough, but compared to his uncle Li Yuntang, who is seven years older, he is still far behind.

Unexpectedly, he already has a son.

Yan Xiaye secretly thought that if this news spread, it would break countless hearts in Jiangcheng.

"Xia Ye, you have been wronged in the past few years. Good boy, come in and sit with grandma."

The old lady's kind voice interrupted Xia Ye's distraction.

Yan Xiaye's heart skipped a beat, and when he raised his eyes, he saw clearly the old lady's snow-white hair.

Five years have passed quietly, and grandma is much older than she remembered.

Considering the financial resources and power of the Li family, there is nothing that causes the old lady to worry about her except that she is imprisoned.

With bursts of sorrow and sorrow in his heart, Yan Xiaye stepped forward to support the old lady's arm, and unconsciously cried when he spoke: "Grandma, I'm sorry, I..."

"It's good that you come back safely. Grandma knows very well what kind of child you are. The past is in the past. Let's not talk about the unhappy things."

The old lady patted Yan Xiaye's little hand with emotion, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes: "By the way, grandma ordered a batch of new clothes for you based on fashion magazines. I don't know if you like it or not. You first

Go back to your room, take a shower, rest, see if there is anything else you want, and just ask the butler to buy it."

Yan Xiaye also knew how inappropriate the clothes she was wearing were in the Li family. She pursed her lips and nodded. When she was about to leave, she was stopped by a small figure who raised her head and said to her in a childlike voice: "Pretty sister,

Thank you for saving me just now."

Looking at Yun Duo's serious and handsome appearance, the sad atmosphere was swept away, and everyone burst into laughter.

There was also a hint of warmth in Yan Xiaye's eyes.

According to Li Beicheng's seniority, she should be the little guy's cousin.

However, she didn't want to admit her status as husband and wife to Li Beicheng at all. She simply bent down and chuckled and replied: "You're welcome, my name is Yan Xiaye. There's no point in praising me for my beauty."

"Then...can I call you Yanyan?" Xiao Yunduo had an idea and stood on tiptoes to ask for Li Yuntang's opinion: "Daddy, what do you think of Yanyan?"

"Can."

"very good."

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Yan Xiaye was slightly startled. She knew clearly that Li Yuntang was affirming Xiao Yunduo's naming taste, but the ambiguity in his words still made her heart tremble, which was slightly subtle.

Before she could turn around and glance at Li Yuntang's expression, Li Beicheng spoke first, showing the tenderness and consideration of a good husband: "Xia Ye, you go back to your room first, I will see you later."

Yan Xiaye nodded hastily in agreement, fearing that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to hide his hatred for Li Beicheng.

Behind her, the man's eyes were as deep as the abyss, watching her flee.

…

Returning to her and Li Beicheng's room, Yan Xiaye closed the door and fell down on the sofa with his tired body.

After taking a quick breath, she couldn't wait to pick up the phone and dial the number she knew so well.

The moment the beeping stopped, she said in a hoarse voice, "Huang Qian, I am..."

"Sorry, the number you dialed is unavailable..."

Yan Xiaye's pupils suddenly shrank, and he tried again without giving up, but still only received a cold reply.

From the moment she left the prison, many things were beyond her expectations.

Whether it was Li Beicheng's well-planned threats or the fact that Huang Qian could not be contacted, she had a splitting headache and could not breathe. A huge feeling of powerlessness followed her, tightly gripping her heart.

Even when she was in prison, she had never felt so confused about the future.

The microphone slipped from her palm, she looked up in a daze, and accidentally met a prying eye hidden in the crack of the door!

His heart skipped a beat, and Yan Xiaye frowned: "Who!"

The eye disappeared immediately, and then the light footsteps unique to a child faded away.

Yan Xiaye rushed over and opened the door to look out, just in time to see Ya'er sobbing and throwing herself into Li Beicheng's arms: "Daddy, she is fierce Ya'er, I don't want her to be my mommy!"

"Ya'er is good, your mommy just hasn't gotten used to her new identity yet, we have to give her some time." Li Beicheng reached out and touched Ya'er's little head, his gaze fell on Yan Xiaye sinisterly: "Don't worry,

With daddy here, no one dares to do anything to you."

"No, I just don't want her..."

"Okay, Daddy and Mommy have something to talk about. You go down and play with Yunduo."
Chapter completed!