This answer is really not impeccable.

However, after all, she is the only one Li Beicheng has loved for so many years...

Li Beicheng closed his eyes, as if forcing himself to believe Yan Shuirou's words.

His eyes turned away from Yan Shuirou with a sinister look, and he slammed the door without looking back.

In the room, Yan Shuirou was so scared that she trembled all over by the loud sound of closing the door, and her fingertips pressed into her palms.

Since she fell in love with Li Beicheng at first sight, he has never been so cold to her except for the days when the five years before Xia Ye was imprisoned.

The two have known each other for so many years, but she is so fond of her heart that she can't accept any change.

She just couldn't accept every change he had for her, but it was related to Yan Xiaye.

That night, Li Beicheng went back to his old house.

During the long night, he repeatedly called Yan Xia Ye's cell phone, but still received no response.

When it was getting dawn, Li Beicheng sat on the sofa and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Until someone tiptoed over him, he closed his eyes and reached out to his hands and accurately grabbed the man's slender arm.

The anger disappeared quietly in an instant.

It turned out that her inattention was just an illusion and disguise, and her acting skills were perfect, and even he was almost deceived.

But the more this is, the more it proves her concern.

The tightly pursed lips became flat, and Li Beicheng spoke hoarsely: "Yan Xiaye, you dare not stay at night. Who are you with last night!"

"Young Master, I'm not the young lady..."

A timid voice interrupts thoughts.

Opening his eyes, he saw the maid in front of him with a blushing face and beating heartbroken. Li Beicheng let go of his hand in disgust, even lifting the blanket on his body. He stood up and looked at the white horizon from afar, and felt more irritable and gloomy: "Mrs. Young Master hasn't come back yet

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Yan Xiaye regained consciousness again and was awakened by the seductive mixiang.

After staring at the strange ceiling for five minutes, she realized that she had left the prison, and this was not her room in the old house.

Sitting up on his forehead that was vaguely painful, Yan Xiaye lowered his head and looked at the man's shirt that was just covering his buttocks, and his brain fell into a blank space.

She vaguely remembered that she was almost killed last night... Li Yuntang saved her, and she had no impression of it since then.

He swallowed his saliva in fear, Yan Xiaye got up from the bed, and carefully trained to fold the quilt into tofu pieces, and walked out the door lightly.

Outside the door, the fragrant smell of rice became even stronger, which made Yan Xiaye's stomach scream exaggeratedly.

Her eyes passed through the simple and atmospheric decoration in the living room and fell on the tall man in the open kitchen.

The mist-like sunlight poured into the room in the early morning. Between the light and shadow, his every move was a scenery, making her unable to look away at all.

Thinking about it carefully, this was the first time she saw her person staying at home casually.

"You're awake."

Hearing the door opened, the man with his back to her turned around calmly, and just saw her pressing her belly and her cheeks blushing slightly, looking at him with a ignorant and guilty look.

His shirt was wide and wide hanging on her body. Not only did it not cover her curves, but it highlighted her amazing beauty and tenderness. Her skin was white and her legs were long, as if her time had long solidified five years ago.

No wonder.

Any girl would have been thrown into prison for five years in the best years of her life...

"Good morning, Li... uncle." Yan Xiaye looked away in a panic, walked forward slowly, racked his brains to indirectly: "Last night..."

"You got drunk last night. In order not to worry the old lady, I didn't send you back to the old house."

"Then the clothes on my body..."

"It was the hostess next door who changed it for you."

Understanding that nothing happened last night, Yan Xiaye secretly breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to pick up the exquisite dining plate from Li Yuntang: "Thank you for taking me in, just cook, I'll do it."

Li Yuntang was not wary of her movements, and his hand holding the plate did not let go.

The eyes are opposite and the fingertips are touching each other.

Yan Xiaye was nervous and fur all over her body, and she retracted her hand like an electric shock, and quickly admitted her mistake: "Yes, I'm sorry!"

Li Yuntang kept his original posture still, glanced at her expression up and down in deep eyes, raised his eyebrows and said the truth: "You seem to be afraid of me."

"No, how could that happen?" Yan Xiaye looked at the boiling rice porridge with guilt, forcibly changing the topic: "Is there anything I can help?"

He hummed meaningfully and handed out the dish in his hand: "The restaurant is the first room on the left."

During the whole breakfast, Yan Xiaye was surprised by the fact that Li Yuntang could also cook, and she performed very well.

Her breathing was unconsciously relaxed, as if she was at a loss when she was alone with a man, and as if she was afraid of breaking this rare tranquility.

On the contrary, Li Yuntang put down the spoon and spoke lightly for her: "The job arranged in Beicheng is not suitable for you, if you don't want to work in Li..."

"Nothing." Thinking of the huge gambling debts my father owed, Yan Xiaye lowered his eyes: "I will be careful next time and I won't let this happen again."

It's lightweight.

But he and she knew very well that she had no ability to decide whether something like this happened or not.

Yan Xiaye paused, then Zhan Yan smiled with a quiet expression: "Little uncle, thank you."

She knew Li Yuntang could help her, but she didn't know what capital she had to ask for his help.

Rather than saying that it is caused by humiliation, it is better to be more tactful as soon as possible.

Seeing that she was stubborn and polite in her eyes, Li Yuntang did not force her, and her voice was low and magnetic like a whisper: "Yan Xiaye, the bone marrow you donated saved the old man's life, don't be so polite to me."

Yan Xiaye felt throbbing in his heart, and then he smiled bitterly and shook his head, refusing to admit the credit.

After dinner, she took the initiative to take on the work of washing dishes, and then said vaguely to leave.

Before leaving, she secretly took away the shirt she wore and prepared to clean it up before finding a chance to return it to the other party.

As the door closed gently, the quiet needle in the apartment could be heard again.

After a while, the handsome man at the dining table raised his hand and drank the remaining tea in the cup. He covered his long dark eyelashes and looked at it and smiled as if it were nothing.

Taking a taxi downstairs of the apartment, Yan Xiaye hesitated for a long time and reported the address, looking at the scenery flashing through the car window with a gloomy expression.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped steadily on the side of the road.

Yan Xiaye stepped out of the car, looked at the completely unfamiliar villa area in front of him, and knocked on the door according to the address given by Li Beicheng.

There was a response immediately in the room, accompanied by the middle-aged woman's kind and worried nagging: "Shui Rou, why did you come back? Do you want to make your mother worry so much... Xia Ye?"

"……mom."
Chapter completed!