Li Beicheng squinted his eyes lazily, letting Yan Shuirou be useless and exhausted.

Somehow, he was sure that he was in good health, but he had no idea about such things.

Perhaps the ones you can't get are always the best. When he looked at Yan Shuirou's face that was three-point similar to Yan Xiaye, his thoughts couldn't help but be related to Yan Xiaye.

In this month, he recalled all his actions after Yan Xiaye was released from prison.

His memory of her seemed to have been around for five years, so he was particularly unable to accept her hatred and disregard for him now.

Especially when he proposed to her, he made full preparations. He was so skilled that he was almost cheating himself, and his eyes and body movements were impeccable.

Facing the past situation, how could Yan Xiaye remain indifferent?

She once said that she saw through him, but he looked down upon it.

Thinking about it now, was it her truth?

It was him who underestimated her that caused him to lose face in front of the old lady and lose all his credit, so he was squeezed out of the center of power?

Since all this started because of Yan Xiaye, the solution must still be on her alone.

Yan Shuirou worked hard for a while but was futile. Her beautiful face was deeply aggrieved and stuck to him by Li Beicheng: "Beicheng, I really don't know that those kidnappers would do that to Xia Ye... Otherwise, I would rather myself

If you don’t leave, you will never leave her there alone.”

After she reminded her, Li Beicheng's face turned cold, and his mind was full of doubts and finally found the answer.

No wonder Yan Xiaye ignored him, and it turned out that he was angry about this incident.

But as Yan Shuirou said, no one expected what those kidnappers would do, and when did Yan Xiaye become so unreasonable?

Once Li Beicheng was unhappy, Yan Shuirou was suddenly panicked.

She didn't know that she had said the wrong sentence, so she could only test his intentions carefully: "If you are unhappy, just say it. I feel uncomfortable when you look like this."

"No, you did nothing wrong. It's all about Yan Xiaye being awkward and unpleasant." Li Beicheng kissed her on the forehead perfunctorily. Without waiting for Yan Shuirou to be secretly happy, the man had already pushed her aside.

Groping to get the clothes on the bedside table.

No matter how gentle and virtuous a woman is, she can't stand being treated like this by her beloved man.

What's more, Shui Rou's nature has never been related to the four words "gentle and virtuous".

"You are going to Yan Xiaye, right?" Sitting up with the quilt, Yan Shuirou felt ache in her heart: "Beicheng, tell me, where is she better than me?"

The man turned a deaf ear to her pain, put on his pants with his back to her, and slowly tied the buttons of his shirt, "Shui Rou, you begged me to come here, don't forget this."

Yan Shuirou's expression was blank for a moment. After a long time, she nodded slightly and smiled on her face: "Yes, you're right."

Li Beicheng is such a person. As long as his heart is not on her, the insults and coldness that follow are just appetizers.

And she really loved him so much that she would rather be with the identity of an unlucky mistress and stay by his side even if she was betrayed by everyone.

In the eyes of outsiders, the reason why she followed Li Beicheng was mostly inseparable from the word "money power". She also knew how important these two words were, but compared with Li Beicheng herself, it seemed not worth mentioning.

If she was just for the glory of life, she was also a serious first-class university graduate and didn't have to rely on Li Beicheng's favor to live, but she was just as happy as the beginning.

She loved him, and from the second she saw him in her teenage years, she seemed to be poisoned by him, devoted herself to the fire, not even caring whether she was shameless or not.

Although she knew that all the men in the Li family were cruel and heartless, they were not the object of love.

Satisfied with Yan Shuirou's well-behavedness, Li Beicheng looked around at the ground-falling mirror in a straight dress, and asked with a smile: "How is it, is it handsome?"

"You look good in whatever you wear." Yan Shuirou lowered her eyes, and as gentle as her name, she got up from the bed and walked behind him, tidied up her snow-white collar for the man, begging without expectation: "The weather forecast says this

There were thunderstorms a few days ago, and I would be afraid of living here alone. You will come to accompany me tonight, okay?"

"I can't say it." Li Beicheng curled his lips with a heartless and kind look. His handsome appearance and a beautiful figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist were the focus of everyone wherever he went, which was enough to make the woman feel moved.

Yan Shuirou didn't say anything, looked at the pair of beautiful people who were leaning against each other in the mirror, and nodded obediently and agreed: "I'll wait for you."

The smile on his lips is charming, and the heart is desolate.

Ever since she fell out of favor in front of Li Beicheng, he completely gave up pretending in front of her, and his moody nature was fully exposed.

Apart from everything going with him, she didn't know what else she had to be nostalgic for, nor did she know if she had a status in his heart, so she could only carefully maintain the illusion of intimacy.

When he walked to the door to see Li Beicheng away, Yan Shuirou stared at the man's back with reluctance, and took all this on Yan Xiaye's head.

Even if Li Beicheng had a little more Yan Xiaye in his heart, how could she be as free and easy as Yan Xiaye and willing to give in to Li Beicheng?

...

The Li family, Yan Xiaye and Xueer, took advantage of the absence of Li Beicheng and sneaked out as usual.

Xueer returned to China for a short time, but she met a young university professor at a medical symposium. The two had a great time on academic issues. After a long time, their relationship was a bit ambiguous.

In order to keep this layer of window paper longer, Xueer took the initiative to bind the light bulb of Yan Xiaye. When we meet, the three of us usually date, and it has not changed until in recent days.

In the Italian cafe, Yan Xiaye was reluctant to hold a cup of coffee and nodded to deal with the handsome young man chattering across the street, lamenting in his heart that he was really a disaster.

I don’t know if the professor disliked her light bulb for being too bright. Occasionally, Xueer said that her profession was a jewelry designer, but she had an idea and introduced a colleague to her, which directly led to the three of them dating and turning into four.

"Xia Ye, just call me Sun Qian, don't call Mr. Sun so polite." Looking at Yan Xia Ye's latest drawings on the tablet, Sun Qian, as a professor of art, exclaimed: "Your paintings are really awesome.

,How to say, seeing this painting is like seeing your longing for love.”

Yan Xiaye smiled awkwardly, raised her eyes and glanced at the man and woman chatting enthusiastically, thinking that when will she finish this rustic love word be finished?
Chapter completed!