Yan Erben planned to punish the culprit who had added a lot to his romantic history without permission, but when she saw her laughing, her anger seemed to be poked by a needle, and she reluctantly returned to calm down.

As early as the night of the club, he had learned about this woman's unique and quiet temperament.

If Li Beicheng hadn't asked him to be rough and wild, he would have been willing to pretend to be a gentleman in front of her. Even if the ultimate goal was to do that good thing, he could have started slowly from date.

"Then you can't slander my innocence casually!" Based on the principle of unreasonable argument, Yan Er whispered in a tone: "Also, what is your relationship with Beicheng?"

As far as he knows, Li Beicheng doesn’t have much demand for women, and he always has a charming secretary around him, responsible for life during the day and daily life at night.

Yan Xia's breathing was suffocated, and the thin sadness in his eyes was unignorable.

After a moment, she whispered sarcastically: "...he didn't tell you?"

"Nonsense, otherwise why would I ask you!"

Both parties were secretive about the so-called relationship, which successfully aroused great interest from Young Master Yan.

Seeing that Yan Xiaye had no intention of answering, he simply guessed: "Oh! Are you tired of playing with Beicheng and want to change your taste? But if this is the case, how could he send you to me?

Social engagement?"

Yan Xiaye was still quiet, and the smile on the corners of her lips did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

But the look was too cold and painful, which made Yan Er feel heartbroken just by watching from the side.

The excited gossip gradually weakened, Yan Erban closed his mouth awkwardly and decided to let the woman go: "You don't want to say forget it, I can't care about your spreading rumors, but there is a prerequisite

…”

Finally, he moved the topic away from Li Beicheng. Yan Xiaye looked up at him, and his eyes became more energetic: "I don't have money."

"Bah, who cares about your two money?" Yan Er hummed disdainfully and talked directly to the topic: "Since you are not from Beicheng, it doesn't matter if you come out and play with me, right?"

Yan Xiaye really didn't expect that this playboy would really like her.

After thinking for a few seconds, she raised her hand speechlessly and poked her finger at a certain position on Yan Er's chest.

"Ah! You bastard woman!"

The broken ribs a few days ago were injured and Yan Er jumped around in a while.

After finally waiting for the pain to survive, his strange pity for Yan Xiaye disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't wait to clench the fist of the casserole: "I don't show my power, you think I'm a sick cat! You have given it to me...

”

Before he finished speaking, footsteps stopped at the door in the corridor across the door.

Yan Xiaye didn't feel anything, but Yan Er's expression suddenly became nervous.

Without caring about the faint pain in his ribs, he pulled Yan Xiaye into the tea room inside, tiptoed to close the door, covered her mouth and leaned against the crack in the door for eavesdropping.

The sound of the door opening and footsteps came at the same time, and it sounded at least two people.

Yan Xiaye glanced at Yan Er without hesitation, shook her head and said that she would cooperate and asked him to take his salty hand away quickly.

Yan Er looked at her with concern, his hands were very firm.

Just as the two of them were fighting with each other with their eyes, there was a voice in the room outside: "Beicheng, you haven't answered the phone. Are you really angry with me?"

"I'm just very busy, don't be too careful."

After asking questions and answers, Yan Er glanced at the stiff woman beside him with a little depressed feeling that the passing years was not good from the bottom of his heart.

God testified that he didn't come to listen to his brother's corner on purpose, and he brought this bastard woman with him...

"I know that Xia Ye was not doing well. After all, she was your nominal wife. I also apologized to her in person afterwards, but she didn't want to see me at all."

Yan Shuirou sighed with tears in her eyes, snuggling on Li Beicheng as if she had no bones, playing with his tie with her fingers: "If you don't even want to see me, I'd rather die five years ago... Um...

”

The man's tail was swallowed into his stomach by the man. The lingering kiss accompanied by the friction of clothes was enough to make people know clearly what was about to happen outside.

In the tea room, the summer night was as calm as a dead person, his heart was beating heavily and weakly, and he could hardly even breathe.

Only the constant flashing eyes proved that she was not as unrest as she seemed on the surface.

She knew the relationship between Yan Shui Rou and Li Beicheng, and also knew that they must have done countless shameful things behind her back.

But she never thought that one day she would hear all the details behind the door.

If it weren't for this opportunity, she wouldn't have known that Li Beicheng was extremely gentle to Yan Shuirou. She was concerned about the other party's needs and showed her gentle and pampering.

He was so favored by Li Beicheng, no wonder Yan Shuirou is qualified to show off his power in front of her famous wife.

"You... look ugly." Taking advantage of the enthusiasm outside, Yan Er carefully leaned into Yan Xiaye's ear and whispered: "Do you really love Libeicheng so much?"

The slender eyelashes trembled, Yan Xiaye's pale lips were pursed tightly, and his expression was astonished and disgusted as he looked, leaving only a strong fatigue.

That kind of fatigue has nothing to do with love and hate, but it is more like some indescribable despair and sadness.

Yan Er glanced at her expression and felt more and more uncomfortable, so he had to lower his voice to advise her: "Don't dream, Beicheng has known me for several years, and he has always been by his side, Secretary Yan, a woman, even if he wants to change it.

The taste and you will never last long.”

After hearing his advice, Yan Xiaye smiled bitterly and said that he had accepted his wish.

Yan Er saw that there was an opportunity, but at the same time he couldn't bear to let the bastard woman's attention be focused on the living sequel outside the door, fully exerting his nature of being able to speak and being wise, and clamored in her ears: "So

Well, I am not much worse than Libeicheng. You can consider me and make the two of us a dewy marriage."

Yan Xiaye's lips twitched, and after being interrupted by him repeatedly, his mood gradually calmed down.

I don’t know how long it took, but the rustling sounds sounded again from the outside, mixed with Li Beicheng’s few words of concern and Yan Shuirou’s coquettishness.

Soon, the clouds and rain stopped.

The pair of wild mandarin ducks tidied up their clothes and went out together.

Taking a step away from the door, Yan Xiaye took a deep breath and solemnly refused Yan Er's invitation: "Sorry, I'm actually married, so I can't have a dewy marriage with you."

"Then... at least tell me, what's your name?"
Chapter completed!