He did not intend to get any response, but after a brief silence, he heard her angry voice.

"……Thanks."

Yin Baiyan's eyes lit up, and when he looked at her, he was admiring and pitying, he said the invitation that he had been preparing for a long time: "Xiao Xia Ye, you are already a formal apprentice under this master, and your salary is enough for you to live alone, since you

If you are unhappy in life here, should you go abroad with your teacher and see a broader world?"

Yan Xiaye seemed to have never heard of this invitation.

Yin Baiyan waited quietly for a while and felt that she probably wanted to stay here.

As Li Beicheng was about to turn around, he had no choice but to let him slip away first.

Then just before he turned around, he glanced at him inadvertently from the corner of his eyes, but saw that Yan Xiaye's expression remained unchanged and nodded almost invisible.

"That's great!" Yin Baiyan looked closely and was overjoyed. He wanted to pounce on him immediately, and praised in a low voice: "This is my good apprentice. Don't worry, wait until Yin Mohe's wedding ends...

, I will definitely find a way to steal you."

The relationship between master and apprentice is just a joke. There is nothing else that really touched him except Yan Xiaye.

Therefore, he sincerely hoped that she would be safe and happy, and could not bear to see her torture herself.

Not long after Yin Baiyan slipped away, Li Beicheng came back with the doctor's instructions that had lasted several pages.

As soon as I entered the ward, I began to clean up all kinds of stabilization drugs on the bedside table.

With a slight rustling sound, Yan Xiaye saw the tiredness and embarrassment that Li Beicheng had never felt before, and also saw the scars on his handsome face, but his mood was as calm as the Dead Sea, and he could not make any waves.

Five years later, when Li Beicheng chose to throw her into hell again for Yan Shuirou, her heart was finally dead silent.

That night, the Li family's convoy withdrew from the hospital and carried Yan Xiaye back to the old house.

The old lady was waiting at the door early in the morning and took the servants to personally push Yan Xiaye, who was sitting in a wheelchair: "Good boy, I am grandma, do you still know me?"

Yan Xiaye looked back at her insensitively, as if she didn't understand her words at all.

The old lady wet her eyes again, and she escorted Yan Xiaye back to the room with great remorse. After she left the servant, she sat down on her bed with distress: "Xia Ye, grandma figured it out. As long as you get better, no matter whether you want it or not.

When you divorce Beicheng, grandma is on your side."

If it were the past, this was undoubtedly the promise Yan Xiaye wanted to hear the most.

At present, the old lady said this sentence solemnly, waiting eagerly for Yan Xiaye to return, calling her grandmother intimately as before.

However, as time gradually grew, all she waited for was endless disappointment.

"It's okay, you should take good care of your illness, grandma won't force you." He reached out and touched Yan Xiaye's increasingly thin cheeks. The old lady's eyes murmured with dimness: "Xia Ye, even if you can't get better again, the young lady of the Li family, the young lady, is the wife of the Li family, and her eyes are dark.

Your position is still yours. As long as my grandma is alive for one day, she will never let anyone hurt you again."

As he was talking, the old lady burst into tears and covered her face with the help of the maid.

...

At the same time, Yan Shui Rou stood gracefully in the early autumn night breeze, with a goose-yellow suitcase at her feet.

The lights pouring out of the carved iron door shone on her in ethereal and luxurious manner, pulling her shadow for a long time.

Moving into the old house of Li has always been one of her wishes in her life. Unexpectedly, the wish was fulfilled so quickly, which caught her off guard.

Looking at a tall figure on the stone road from afar, she secretly closed the smug curve on her lips, and her beautiful little face became pitiful in a second. She hurriedly met with her suitcase and asked with great concern: "Beicheng, Xia

How is she okay at night?"

Li Beicheng stopped, lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Shuirou and rushed to him, and nodded expressionlessly.

Yan Shuirou felt half cold, and she buried her head in front of him and sobbed, her slender shoulders trembled with a pity: "Those people are so cruel, how could they do it..."

"In front of Yan Xiaye, you are not allowed to mention this again." Li Beicheng's face was cold. He knew everything that happened later, and he could not blame her for all the pain that Yan Xiaye suffered.

But compared with Yan Xiaye, who was so vibrant and gentle, who was dying, it seemed that he was reminding him all the time what choice he had made.

Yan Shuirou's initial excitement disappeared in an instant. She could see that Li Beicheng was cold to her. Her fingers holding his cuffs suddenly tightened, and her whole heart was up and down, and she was nervous.

Before coming here, she had just checked the news on her mobile phone and confirmed that the kidnappers had nowhere to go, and 80% had escaped from the river and sea.

In this way, what she planned secretly should be destroyed by the sea and become an eternal secret.

But if what she did was not exposed, Li Beicheng asked her to come here and see her so coldly, what was the reason for?

With aggrieved and soft agreement, Yan Shuirou followed behind Libei City and moved into a guest room.

This was slightly different from the treatment she imagined, but when she found Yan Xiaye's bedroom was next to her, the dissatisfaction immediately became relieved.

"You pack up your things first, change into a pure white dress, and come to the restaurant on the second floor for dinner."

Without waiting for Yan Shuirou to persuade him to stay, Li Beicheng gave a cold explanation and turned around and went to the next room.

The room that belonged to him and Yan Xiaye was empty and without any popularity.

In order to make Yan Xiaye get better soon, the maids specially placed the wheelchair she was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window before leaving, and then pulled colorful lights in the garden below, illuminating the night sky colorfully.

Looking at the thin and silent back, Li Beicheng clenched his fists and paused for a few seconds before slowly walking over.

As if he was afraid of seeing her inorganic eyes again, he stopped at a safe distance of one meter and said hoarse and lowly: "Yan Xiaye, how long do you still have to be stubborn?"

The back didn't move at all, but he knew that once he got closer to her, it would inspire her to fight back desperately.

From this we can see that she could actually hear others talking to her, but she was disheartened and unwilling to respond.

"Or, do you think this will punish me?" The man narrowed his eyes, looked out the night outside the window like Yan Xiaye, and chuckled coldly: "It's useless, since I don't love you, no matter how much you torture yourself,

I'm just a boring joke."

Ruthless and unrighteous.

In just one sentence, Li Beicheng interpreted these four words to the fullest.

After saying that, he observed Yan Xiaye's reaction again.

After about one or two minutes, the coldness on Li Beicheng's face turned into disappointment and he left without any nostalgia.
Chapter completed!