Li Beicheng pulled out his cell phone with one hand, dialed 10 and yelled into the phone: "The address is No. 37, Fu Hua Street. Shui Rou has blood type A. Bring enough blood bags and come over immediately. If anything happens to her,

, let me ask you if you heard it!"

Putting down his cell phone, Li Beicheng suddenly raised his eyes.

If Yan Shuirou hadn't been lying here as silently as a wax figure, he would never have known that there could be so much blood in a person's body, enough to make the water in the entire bathtub glow red.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled the past events that he had long forgotten in the depths of his memory, and recalled them as timeless as new.

For example, when Yan Shuirou met him for the first time, she was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Although she couldn't help but peek at him, she still had to take into account the presence of others. She blushed vaguely and huddled under the quilt, not daring to say anything for fear of attracting his attention.

Her charming appearance was very different from Yan Xiaye who was as obedient as a doll. Coupled with her coveted figure, she immediately attracted his attention.

In the beginning, he really fell in love with Yan Shuirou at first sight, so he was able to maintain their relationship for many years.

However, a man's nature is to conquer. When Yan Shuirou lay under him obediently and charmingly for countless nights, letting him get whatever he wanted, the original deep friendship became worthless.

Human nature is like this, and Li Beicheng is not immune to it.

But seeing Yan Shuirou's life hanging in the balance, he suddenly realized that Yan Shuirou was not that insignificant after all.

She is the woman he once loved deeply, and she is also Ya'er's biological mother. Even if he is tired of her and even takes the initiative to gradually reduce the number of meetings, it is based on the fact that he knows that Yan Shuirou is safe and sound.

Under the premise of worrying about food and clothing.

Just as Li Beicheng was silently reminiscing about his youthful past, the shrill scream of an ambulance could be heard in the distance.

The medical staff jumped out of the car one after another, carried Yan Shuirou, who had lost too much blood, onto a stretcher as quickly as possible, and rushed to the nearest hospital with Li Beicheng who was accompanying him.

Soon, the lights in the operating room came on, and Li Beicheng's clothes were covered with blood from Yan Shuirou, which set off his face as cold as ice, making him look like a sinister and intimidating god.

The patients coming and going moved away from him unknowingly, until they heard footsteps behind them.

The personal bodyguard belonging to Li Beicheng rushed over, "Master, are you injured somewhere?"

"It's not me." Li Beicheng's eyebrows were cold, and he pointed the finger at Yan Xiaye, who was not at the scene: "Call back and ask if Yan Xiaye is at home."

When he said these three words "Yan Xia Ye", he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Yan Xiaye hates Yan Shuirou, this is a fact that he has known for a long time.

Even if Yan Shuirou was wrong five years ago, she would not be so cruel and ruthless!

What exactly do you need to do to a person to force Yan Shuirou to willingly commit suicide?

The bodyguard was slightly startled, then reported after a moment: "Master, the young lady is not at home."

Li Beicheng's expression became even more angry. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of a professional: "Where is Yan Xiaye and what are you doing? Send me the photos immediately."

After hanging up the phone, not long after, there were two beeps on WeChat.

In the short video that is being played, Yan Xiaye is sitting opposite a handsome mixed-race guy in a hot pot restaurant. Although there is a table in the middle, the two of them still lean in together from time to time, and their heads touch each other quite sweetly. It is said that

Laughing and communicating something.

That obvious intimacy was a tacit understanding that Li Beicheng and Yan Xiaye had never experienced together.

Judging from the video alone, the man took good care of Yan Xiaye and brought her food from time to time. His back view looked no different from that of an ordinary couple, and he was even more intimate.

On this damn Yan Xia night, Yan Shuirou was lying in the operating room with her life and death uncertain, and she still had the heart to eat, drink and have fun with a wild man!

Anger and jealousy suddenly burned Li Beicheng's eyes red. With red eyes, he stared at the man in the video as if he wanted to eat someone. He recognized him as the man who volunteered to save Yan Xiaye last time, and was eventually carried back unconscious.

waste snacks.

However, even though he is a trash, his body is handsome and impeccable.

Yin Mo’s elder brother, Yin Baiyan.

The bodyguard assessed the situation and asked in a low voice: "Do you need me to bring the young lady here?"

Li Beicheng originally wanted to catch the rapist himself, but then he looked at the quiet operating room and gave up the idea: "Go ahead and say that something happened to her family, and don't mention Yan Shuirou's name."

…

At the same time, Yan Xiaye and Yin Baiyan were sitting on both sides of the table, gesturing at a design drawing.

After finally merging the two people's ideas together, Yan Xiaye breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a meatball, blew in and took a breath, and said vaguely: "Teacher, do you know how to make money quickly?"

The solution? Something that suits me.”

Yin Baiyan had already had lunch, but seeing how delicious Yan Xiaye's food was, he started chewing too much. He took a sip of juice and asked, "Strange, you are not the most indifferent to fame and fortune, why have you suddenly become so vulgar?"

"I have an elder who is celebrating her birthday. According to her level, things worth less than 100,000 yuan are simply unacceptable."

Mrs. Li's eightieth birthday was coming soon, and Yan Xiaye was thinking hard about how to prepare a meaningful and valuable birthday gift.

Even if grandma wouldn't mind if the Li family's money was used to buy a gift for grandma, she would feel very guilty.

"In that case, I have a suggestion." Yin Baiyan touched his smooth chin and imitated the ancient gesture of stroking his beard and sighing: "I just don't know if you will agree."

"No need to talk about selling yourself!" Knowing how unreliable this teacher was, Yan Xiaye broke his delusion with a straight face: "Teacher, older virgins are really easy to pervert. It would be better for you to find a young lady as soon as possible to relieve your lovesickness.

.”

"Go, go, master, you are not that kind of decent man." Yin Baiyan rolled his eyes and never mentioned the bad move he planned to say: "If there is still time on your elder's birthday, you can do it recently.

Give me the finished product, and I'll pick out one or two pieces and make some small changes for you."

Yan Xiaye looked suspicious: "For example?"

"For example, add two more letters to the ring setting..."

Yan Xiaye was speechless: "Teacher, what you are talking about seems to be the necessary process for jewelry counterfeiting."

"Nonsense!" Yin Baiyan waved his sleeves and said righteously: "How can the artist's affairs be called fraud?"

Yan Xiaye was dejected and immediately rejected him: "No, I'm really self-reliant and starting from scratch."

"You're such a stupid disciple." Yin Baiyan picked up the chopsticks and hit her on the head with the clean side: "Anyway, you are the only closed disciple of my master, and you won't mess up my brand. If you have money, let's make money together."
Chapter completed!