What finally brought Li Beicheng back to reality was Yan Xiaye's eyes that were very different from five years ago, and those indescribable indifference and hatred.

She never made a big fuss about the painful past she endured in the past like a shrew. This kind of cultivation and tolerance is something that countless celebrities cannot learn.

But whenever I see him, there are thorns in my eyes, and I want to hurt him every time I want to make him feel bloody.

At the moment, the smile on her lips turned into a expressionless face when she saw him. Before he could approach, she had already held Xiao Yunduo's hand and walked straight towards him, which was a kind of slant.

Quiet and beautiful.

Then - pass by.

At that moment, Li Beicheng barely stopped and heard the childish voice of Xiao Yunduo behind him: "Yanyan, what position do you think we should pose when taking pictures?"

Yan Xiaye chuckled, Feng Danyun replied seriously: "I think about it... the scissors hand is too old-fashioned, how about making a face?"

That's right, even though Li Beicheng appeared unexpectedly, she still planned to take a photo with the little guy.

She was no longer moved by Li Beicheng, so she did not plan to change her original plan for him.

However, before she could take a few steps, Li Beicheng suddenly turned around and stared at her back, and said in a dangerous tone: "Yan Xiaye."

In front of several staff members in the hall, Yan Xiaye frowned and stood there, with a cold attitude and did not look back. He hoped that Li Beicheng could use this to understand what she meant, be more tactful and get out of here.

No matter what, she has the obligation to protect the face of the Li family, and there is no reason to accompany Li Beicheng to embarrass her eyes.

"Yanyan, let's ignore him." Xiao Yunduo held Yan Xiaye's finger back, turned his body angrily, and shouted to Li Beicheng: "Brother Beicheng hates it the most. Yanyan and I have something to do,

I don't have time to mess around with you."

"Hmm?" Li Beicheng raised his eyebrows and strided to catch up with Yan Xiaye, who clearly didn't want to pay attention to him. He even forgot about the wedding dress. "Isn't it a mess if she's with you?"

Xiao Yunduo raised his chest and answered him with confidence: "Of course, I will marry Yanyan in the future. Now it's a date. Please don't be a light bulb."

Li Beicheng curled his lips coldly, his eyes fixed on Yan Xiaye, "You want to marry her, have you agreed with me?"

"You don't need your consent, as long as Yanyan is willing, right?" Xiao Yunduo hated Li Beicheng's contempt for him, and even more hated Li Beicheng as if he had possessed Yan Xiaye. He immediately shook his little hand and acted cute and coquettish:

"Yanyan."

"That's right." Yan Xiaye nodded happily and glanced at Li Beicheng with a cold look on his face: "I have something to do, you have something to say."

If there weren't people here, if she hadn't been afraid of scaring the little guy, she wouldn't have been kind to such a scumbag.

Li Beicheng obviously understood what she was afraid of, and squinted his eyes easily. He deliberately elongated his tone: "I heard that Yin Mo was choosing a wedding dress here, how could you run here to be a guest? Or..." He was frivolous

He approached her and whispered in her ear: "No matter how perfect the uncle is, the law does not allow a wife and a concubine. You dressed like this specifically, and are you planning to tempt the uncle to change his mind and throw Yin Mo away to marry you?"

Yan Xiaye was not surprised that Li Beicheng would say such words.

No matter how much you explain to such a person, it will be useless, not to mention that he is not her person, so she has no need to explain.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaye pursed her lips in disgust, resisting the urge to slap the handsome face of the man with a tickle look, and lowered her voice coldly: "Then you are here again

What are you doing? Are you so anxious to choose a wedding dress for Yan Shuirou?”

"Shui Rou and I are not in a hurry, just afraid there is someone else." Li Beicheng looked at her condescendingly, not wanting to miss the subtle expression on her face, deliberately picking up what he thought would be the most exciting to her.

: "It seems that the wedding of uncle and Miss Yin Mo is still six or seven days. After the wedding... Didn't you say it yourself, you don't want to be a woman like Shui Rou? You are ready to keep your word?"

Yan Xiaye laughed, his eyes full of mockery: "Li Beicheng, you are not someone of mine. I don't have to worry about whether I say anything, I don't have to worry about me."

Before she finished speaking, the anger in Li Beicheng's heart arose.

He stared at the woman in front of him with cold eyes. He was too lazy to talk nonsense to her. He grabbed her wrist with his hands and gritted his teeth and stared at her: "Yan Xiaye, don't make me angry. What is my relationship with you? Tell me again?

”

Yan Xiaye calmly and laughed slowly: "Are you threatening me?"

Next to him, Yun Duo waved his hand and hammered Li Beicheng's thigh, "Brother Beicheng, please let go of your words!"

This incident happened suddenly, and the staff in the hall felt that they were immersed in the beauty that Yan Xiaye showed last second, and the next second, they saw the scene of the couple's quarrel - perhaps it was the ex-husband and ex-wife, who knows?

The most difficult person is Ethel, the store manager. She looked at the quiet VIP room deep in the corridor. She was extremely glad that she chose the best sound insulation material when decorating, otherwise it would affect Yin.

Mo's mood...

"Brother Beicheng, young lady, young lady." Ethel walked up in fear. He didn't know what to call Yan Xiaye. He vaguely passed by the name and advised with a smile: "Don't you please,

Brother Beicheng, too. The young lady is so beautiful. You hold her hand so hard, of course she will be unhappy."

"Oh...Brother Beicheng?" Yan Xiaye repeated Ethel's title with a smile, "It's interesting, why didn't I know you have such a sister? Does Yan Shuirou know?"

At this point, she no longer cared about how many lovers there were outside Libei City, nor would she be so stupid that she felt heartbroken about it.

But she was still happy to seize the opportunity to mock him.

Li Beicheng's eyes were darker. He wanted to continue to confront Yan Xiaye, but he spoke again but became an explanation: "Stop talking nonsense... I have nothing to do with Ethel."

"Do you think I will believe it? Let's keep it and explain to Yan Shuirou." Trying to break free from the shackles of the man, Yan Xiaye walked forward with the angry little Yunduo, comforting the little guy softly: "Does your hand hurt?"

It hurts, I will rub you later."

Li Beicheng had a handsome face, and his forehead was so angry that his veins jumped straight.

The little guy is not old, but he has received all-round elite training and is able to attack others and behave ruthlessly.

It doesn't mean he doesn't feel pain.

But the little thing was still pretending to be harmless by the cuteness. At this moment, he reached out his hand to be hugged Yan Xiaye and took the time to make a face at him. It was so annoying that it was as annoying as his uncle.

Comparison is comparable.

Just as he took a deep breath and planned to catch up, another low and cold voice sounded behind him.

"Libeicheng, what are you doing?"

...

Finally getting rid of Li Beicheng's entanglement, Yan Xiaye didn't understand why the other party suddenly appeared here.

After taking photos with the little guy intimately according to the original plan, she asked the assistant to change her clothes and discussed with the little guy quietly: "Sorry, I'm still a little uncomfortable, go back to the studio to rest first, you and them

Is it good to go for midnight snacks? I will make delicious food for you another day, and you can eat whatever you want."

The physical discomfort is only one aspect. It is not easy for her to accompany Yin Mo to choose a wedding dress. There is no reason, and I have to continue to watch the two who are extremely good at showing their love, and they have a stomachache.

"Okay, then I'll go to the studio to find Yanyan tomorrow." Xiao Yunduo didn't think so much, and just thought that Yan Xiaye was in a bad mood after seeing Li Beicheng. She thoughtfully stretched out her little hand and touched her forehead: "

I don’t know if Brother Beicheng is gone or not, if Yanyan, you slip away from the back door, I will help you watch Brother Beicheng.”

The proposal was just right. She took Yun Duo's cute little hand and said goodbye to the little guy reluctantly, and slipped through the back door alone.

Breathing at the slightly cold air in the late autumn night, she looked back at the brightly lit wedding dress shop, lowered her eyes and held the corner of her lips, and stopped a passing taxi.

Along the way, she leaned against the car door and admired the scenery that flashed outside. She seemed to have thought about a lot of things, but seemed to have nothing to think about.

Back to the building where the studio is located, Yan Xiaye paid to get off the bus.

Before she could enter the hall, a security guard immediately walked over with anxiety: "Ms. Yan, there is something wrong with your studio. Come and see if there is any valuable thing left."

Yan Xiaye was stunned and hurriedly followed several security guards to take the elevator and rushed to the studio.

At first she thought it was a thief invaded until she saw clearly that the studio was in a mess, and the things that could be smashed turned into pieces lying on the ground, the tables and chairs were tilted, and even the thick glass doors were covered with cracks, and immediately realized this

It has nothing to do with the thief.

The security guard also understood that this was probably not done by an ordinary thief. He confirmed that Yan Xiaye was in a good mood and reminded her carefully: "Miss Yan, have you offended someone? Do we need to call the police for you?"

"Ye Yan" is the effort she and Yin Baiyan founded. All the layouts and furnishings in it were considered after repeated consideration and then restored to the same exact same. It is almost impossible.

Now that she is ruined, how could she be really indifferent?

Holding her groggy forehead, she forced herself to remain calm, because the panic was useless, and asked concisely: "When did this happen?"

"We are ashamed, we don't know much." The security guards looked at each other, and the captain stood up with a bitter face: "We had a three-hour power outage in the afternoon, which caused the monitor to go on strike directly. It should be between them.

It happened. We brothers have been guarding the security booth, but we didn't see any particularly fierce gangsters, otherwise we wouldn't have allowed him to enter at will."
Chapter completed!