It was obvious that this message appeared in front of her in words, but in Yan Xiaye's opinion, it seemed to be automatically broadcast to her ears at the same time.

In those nightmares of being tortured and beaten, the man with mouse eyes always spoke in this tone of the world. His voice and his belt were also engraved into her mind, she wanted to forget

There is no power to exist either.

Her pupils, which were clearly black and white, quickly contracted. She stared at the text message for a few seconds, and quickly pressed the replay with her hands.

She felt that the person who sent the message was undoubtedly a mouse eye, but it was more guaranteed to hear the other person's voice with her own ears.

"Sorry, the user you called is an empty number..."

Listening to the busy sound in the microphone, Yan Xiaye adjusted the mobile phone interface back to the text message, staring at the three words Yan Shuirou.

In fact, when she was just captured by the kidnappers, she also suspected whether this matter was related to Yan Shuirou.

However, the professionalism and ruthlessness shown by the three kidnappers are definitely not something that a woman like Yan Shuirou can get in touch with.

So, was she underestimating Yan Shuirou? Or was this text message had other mystery?

Just as Yan Xiaye frowned and pondered, Li Beicheng finally forced the bodyguard to retreat with all kinds of tricks, kicked open the door with long legs, and walked in with great resentment.

Seeing that Yan Xiaye did not focus on him, Li Beicheng became even more displeased. He raised his hand and snorted and asked, "Which garbage sent you a message? It's worth your goodness.

Eyes staring at..."

Yan Xiaye was worried and didn't care about him coming uninvited. His eyes looked at Li Beicheng with a dim look.

In just a few seconds, Li Beicheng glanced at the message, and the sneer on the corner of his lips froze: "Yan Xiaye, is this your directing and acting, and you deliberately showed it to me?"

His questioning was so unhesitant that Yan Xiaye was stunned for a moment and burst into laughter without warning.

Li Beicheng looked at her coldly at first, with a picky expression as if he was questioning her acting skills. However, as time passed, Yan Xiaye's smile on her lips was sad and terrifying, and she had to rely on the wall to support her weight. She smiled quickly

Removal.

At this time, Li Beicheng could no longer maintain his cold attitude. He held her collar and forced her to stand up straight. His tone was impatient and panic: "You have something to say, who can you show these Western scenery.

?”

Yan Xiaye laughed constantly, and she threw away Li Beicheng's hand that touched her clothes as if she was touched by a dirty thing.

The world can be seen, she is so miserable that she has no intention of making a show for Li Beicheng - to show a show for a husband who doesn't care about her life or death at all?

Li Beicheng pinched his eyebrows, and felt that Yan Xiaye's laughter hit his face like a slap. His handsome face was as dark as the bottom of the pot: "If you pretend to be crazy and stupid in front of me, don't blame me for treating the madman with an attitude of treating the madman.

you."

Yan Xiaye didn't know why she couldn't stop laughing, but she was really smiling.

Whether it is Li Beicheng who accused her of her for no reason, or her existence itself, even this world is ridiculous.

A cold flashed in Li Beicheng's eyes, and he suddenly realized that Yan Xiaye was smiling unusually.

He didn't think of any gentle and considerate way to help Yan Xiaye relieve himself, and he didn't even pick up the phone and called the family doctor. Instead, he raised his hand straightforwardly, and slapped Yan Xiaye's lips with a fishy corner.

The laughter came to an abrupt end, and Yan Xiaye couldn't help but fall on the bed, and half of her face lost consciousness with a numbness.

When her emotions calmed down, she did not look at Li Beicheng again. She reached her hand in front of the man with disdain and spread it out, her voice hoarse and sarcastic: "Don't worry, I never intended to let you stand by my side, mobile phone

Return me, the door is there."

Li Beicheng finally broke in, how could he obediently listen to her order to expel guests?

Holding his phone in his palm, the man read the brief content on it again, made the same choice as Yan Xiaye, and swiped his finger and turned back.

"Sorry, the phone number you called was an empty number..."

Li Beicheng felt even more absurd and looked down at Yan Xiaye from a high place: "The air, huh?"

Yan Xiaye's attitude was still sharp and stunning. Unfortunately, the out-of-control laughter just now drained her all her strength, so she couldn't respond to Li Beicheng with a slap and cursed weakly: "Get out."

"You told me to get out, but I won't get out." Li Beicheng narrowed his eyes and looked at her, circling his phone between his fingers.

"Give it back to me!" Yan Xiaye's heart was shocked, afraid that there would be any accidents in the message, so he didn't care about his image and rushed towards Libeicheng.

Although nearly two months have passed, the kidnapping seems to be yesterday to her.

Her first half of her life had enough of the hardship that ordinary people would never endure in their entire lives. She was worthy of her parents and friends, but she was sorry for herself.

If this text message is true, then she will send Yan Shuirou to prison at all costs!

Seeing that the phone was only a few centimeters away from her, Yan Xiaye's eyes were so bright that they tried hard to seize it.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." At the last centimeter distance, Li Beicheng bent his lips viciously, stared at her bright and beautiful pupils, and said an accidental line, but his movements were so powerful that he was about to be strong.

The cell phone hit the ground.

With a bang, the screen shattered and the parts flew out.

Yan Xiaye suddenly widened his eyes, and couldn't hold back the force he rushed out, and hit Li Beicheng head-on.

The man sneered and held her shoulders, and his handmade high-end leather shoes casually stepped on the wreckage of the phone. He raised his foot until he confirmed that the information inside could not be restored. "I will compensate you for a new one, how about the new Apple this year.

?What color do you prefer?"

Seeing hope slipping away between your fingers, Yan Xiaye's expression turned blank.

After about a few minutes, she asked fragilely and hoarsely: "Don't you believe it?"

"Yes, I really don't believe it." Li Beicheng's eyes were full of jokes and he said frivolously: "But I'm right in front of you, but you really don't want to ignore me for an inexplicable text message."

Yan Xiaye seemed to have not understood what the man was saying, and asked with a dull look: "Just for this?"

Li Beicheng admired his ever-magnifying reflection in Yan Xiaye's eyes, nodded slightly maliciously, and his voice was as low as a whisper in a lover: "Just for this."

Yan Xiaye closed his eyes tightly, and didn't know where the strength came from. His eyes were red and shouted at Li Beicheng: "Li Beicheng, you are a fucking beast!"

"You are planning to slander your own sister with a text message, how better than me?" Li Beicheng asked calmly. He didn't know when it started, but he found that he liked to see Yan Xiaye breaking down for him.
Chapter completed!