Halfway through his words, Yan Shuirou rushed forward viciously again, trying to take away the extremely annoying jewelry box.

Yan Xiaye gently avoided her attack. When he couldn't help, he bent his knees and pushed her soft belly. He watched her fall heavily on the cold tiles in the toilet: "Yan Shuirou, maybe I can't beat Li Beicheng, but I'll beat you

It's still very relaxing."

She fell all over and felt extremely painful. Yan Shuirou had never suffered such a serious crime in her life, and was given by Yan Xiaye, who had always looked down upon the most.

Immediately, my eyes were red and I rushed over again, and my beautiful appearance was crazy and distorted: "Yan Xiaye, I order you to give it to me immediately!"

Unexpectedly, the other party could get up so soon. Yan Xiaye had a few more bloody finger marks on his arm, and frowned and said disgusted: "Yan Shuirou, you are so crazy!"

"That's right, I've been crazy for him from the first time I saw Beicheng!"

As if she was afraid that Yan Xiaye would not understand what she meant, Yan Shuirou was as violent as a trapped beast, grabbing her hands and biting her teeth, and attacking her again and again!

"You married into the Li family for me, but now you leave Libeicheng for me, isn't it natural? Or is it that you don't even care about your sister being angry to death for a man?" Yan Shuirou asked her hysterically.

Every word is so sad that it destroys her kindness: "Yan Xiaye, are you so cruel and ruthless?"

She looked at her indifferently and then raised her hand again, slapped Yan Shuirou with a symmetrical slap.

She has been in prison for five years and is cruel, and she has never been afraid of anyone.

"Don't worry." Her black and white pupils had no emotional color, and her aura was left with calmness and silence, and she no longer had weakness and gentleness. She looked directly at Yan Shuirou's eyes and met with tit: "As long as you are willing to die, I am willing to bury it."

”

"...Okay! This is what you forced me!" Yan Shuirou's teeth clattered, and she staggered to find her gem, threw it into the bathroom in front of Yan Xiaye, and rinsed it down.

The jewelry worth nearly one million was splashed, and in the blink of an eye, it fell into the water pipe and disappeared.

Yan Xiaye was stunned and had no time to stop him, and he was so suspicious that Yan Shui Rou was really crazy.

Without waiting for Yan Xiaye to react, Yan Shuirou stretched out her wet hands and pinched her arm from the air.

She couldn't break free, so she had to frown as Yan Shuirou got closer and closer to her, and sneered in her ear with a white and blue face: "Yan Xiaye, give me my jewelry back!"

The last word fell sharply, and Yan Xiaye understood what she meant in seconds.

Just like five years ago Yan Shuirou used a trick to send her to prison. This time, the same trick was repeated, and the routine of frame-up was still a trick.

Her chest was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe. She pushed Yan Shuirou away and walked out: "You're dreaming!"

...

At the bathroom door, Libeicheng has been waiting for nearly twenty minutes.

He was busy with the visit with his partner before, but he happened to be unable to witness Yan Xiaye coming here, so he couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he saw Yan Xiaye suddenly walking out.

When Yan Xiaye saw him, he pretended not to see him and walked his own way.

Although she was calm enough, the bright red blood beads adorned with porcelain white skin were particularly dazzling.

Li Beicheng forgot that Yan Shuirou had not appeared yet. When the two were about to pass by, they grabbed her hand, frowned and looked at her wound, and their voices were unconsciously tense: "What's going on? Who's hurt

Have you?"

"You will know soon." Yan Xiaye pulled his arm back hard, and he felt empty in his heart, holding the box in his palm and moving forward.

Li Beicheng's whole body stiffened, and he immediately guessed that these wounds must be related to Shui Rou.

Since the day he met Yan Xiaye, no matter what he was treated, she seemed to have never shed tears in front of him.

In the past, he despised her as a wood, and was so cold and indifferent after being released from prison, which made him want to bite out her blood in one bite, and he also wanted to look at the love and hate under her stubborn mask, who were in pain for him.

But when he really saw that Yan Xiaye was covered in wounds and was as embarrassed as a wandering soul, why did he feel heartbroken?

Until Yan Xiaye's thin figure was about to disappear from sight, Li Beicheng suddenly stepped on his long legs and chased after him.

He had just taken one step when another slender and weak figure crashed into his arms in a proper way.

"North City..."

Yan Shuirou screamed in pain, her eyebrows as if she had experienced the cruelest destruction in the world.

Li Beicheng thought of Yan Xiaye in his heart, but when he lowered his eyes and saw Yan Shui's soft and purple cheeks and the terrible bruises around his body, he instantly forgot to continue to take steps.

...

When he returned to the old house of Li's family, Yan Xiaye guessed that Li Beicheng would definitely not come back tonight, so he finally had the first good night in the bedroom.

The next morning, the rush to smash the door woke her up from her sleep. Standing at the door was Li Beicheng's private bodyguard.

He yawned sleepily. Yan Xiaye knew what he was going to face, but his heart was strangely peaceful: "Where does Libeicheng want me to go?"

"I'm sorry, the young lady, the young master wants you to leave for the villa in the western suburbs, where he is waiting for you."

He hurt his favorite woman, and it seems that her young lady probably has done her best.

Yan Xiaye nodded indifferently, not expecting Li Beicheng to preside over justice for her: "Wait, I will change my clothes and go down with you."

She had already guessed how things would develop next, but she didn't expect that when she walked to the garden, she happened to meet Li Yuntang who had just returned with her bodyguards all night.

Through the fountain of an angel statue, the two sides stood at the same time, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Li Yuntang did not move, and no one dared to move rashly.

He looked at the scene of mobilizing all the troops with interesting interest, "Xia Ye, what are you going to do?"

Yan Xiaye still remembered what he refused yesterday and bowed his head well like a primary school student who did something wrong: "Little uncle, Li Beicheng said he wants to see me."

"This house also has tens of thousands of square meters. If you meet, you have to go outside?" He snorted like a playful snorting, and Li Yuntang ordered lightly: "Okay, tell your young master to get back quickly, as long as I, Li Yuntang, have not died for a day,

It’s not his turn to be the Li family to be the leader.”

He waved at the bodyguard impatiently, and he turned his eyes to her again: "Have breakfast?"

"Well..." Yan Xiaye blinked and was about to lie, but his stomach betrayed her.

Li Yuntang bent his lips as if nothing had happened, and the gentleman stretched out his hand to signal to the restaurant: "I wonder if I have the honor of having breakfast with Xia Ye?"

No one has the courage to refuse the invitation from Li Yuntang himself.
Chapter completed!