Seeing Yan Xiaye pondering and falling into thinking, Yan Er looked at her up and down.

Suddenly I found that she hadn't seen her for a few weeks. She was so thin that I felt so pitiful that I couldn't help but frown and said, "You women always think that men like to be thin, but they don't know that our good things are the perfect bite. Now you look like you feel uncomfortable holding your hands!

”

"It won't hurt your hands anyway." Yan Xiaye looked at him in anger: "I'm leaving."

"Wait, you came with Beicheng? Where are the others?"

Yan Xiaye stopped, his expression became more bleak, and he replied softly: "He... hasn't woken up yet."

"...ah?" Yan Er looked confused, and then said cautiously: "Didn't you say he fell asleep?"

"He has been in a coma for a week, don't you know?"

"Um..." Yan Er pretended to be surprised and thought to himself that boy was doing something else. He had called him three days ago.

While Yan Xiaye didn't react, he quickly opened the topic: "By the way, the file I want in Beicheng doesn't seem to be with me. Tell him to go to Secretary Yan to ask. When the hospital was disbanded, the file was Li Group.

The investment department is responsible.”

Yan Xiaye's heart tightened and asked subconsciously: "What file?"

Even though she knew that this so-called file would probably not be the one she wanted, she still couldn't control her nerves.

Yan Er scratched his head, thinking that this was nothing worth keeping: "Beicheng said he asked me to help him find a doctor report from five years ago, but he was a doctor in obstetrics and gynecology. Could it be..."

As he spoke, he suddenly realized Yan Xiaye's increasingly stiff expression.

Yan Erhou covered his mouth after realizing it, thinking that if Secretary Yan was really pregnant, wouldn’t Yan Xiaye’s status be even more embarrassing?

Yan Xiaye focused all on the two keywords "obstetrician" and "file". Seeing Yan Er confused, he understood what he was thinking, and he was a little funny at the moment: "Don't you know Ya'er?

”

"Who is Ya'er?" Yan Er was puzzled: "Is it another new love for Beicheng?"

"No, yes... forget it, I didn't say it." I understood that Li Beicheng maintained his identity as a single nobleman well, and Yan Xiaye was not ready to expose it: "The game is about to begin, work hard to maintain the family team."

Watching Yan Xiaye open the door and leave, Yan Er touched his chin and exclaimed in his heart.

Slowly, she is mocking him for the domestic team or something?

That's right, there must be the bastard woman's mistress in the wild team, otherwise why would she not forget to mock him before leaving!

...

After two laps, there is no doubt about the outcome.

As the "girlfriend" of the number one winner on the field, Yan Xiaye also found a pair of sunglasses to wear them, and stood by the sports car to receive the baptism of everyone's eyes.

Not far away, Li Yuntang took a thin check as he used to, and withdrew with Yan Xiaye with his gritted eyes.

After leaving the racing stadium for a long time, Yan Xiaye looked at the white fish belly that appeared in the sky, and suddenly felt a little lonely after a carnival.

"You like it, you can come back next time." Li Yuntang saw through her thoughts, held the steering wheel with one hand in the traffic, and handed her the thin check with the other: "Hold it."

"...Why give me money?" Yan Xiaye was stunned, staring at the check without raising his hand.

Li Yuntang was silent for a moment, as if looking for a better reason, but finally said calmly: "I heard from the butler that your parents came to the old house last night."

Yan Xiaye suddenly felt a twitch in his heart, his face was so hot that he could not raise his head with his little head hanging down.

She knew that her parents never wanted to give her face, and she also knew that the servants of the Li family were rumoring in private how greedy her family was.

As it turns out, she couldn't justify it, thinking she had already gotten used to it.

But now she realized that no matter what others say, it doesn't matter. She just doesn't want her uncle to misunderstand her.

"This money is not owned by the Li family, nor is it my personal." Li Yuntang stepped on the brakes in front of the red light, holding the check without moving, and making a light voice as if he was afraid of scaring her away: "The reason why I can get this

You have more than half of your role in a check, and it is appropriate to hold it."

Yan Xiaye bit her lip, her heartbeat as heavy as a pounding force, and she kept breathing: "Racing...is it dangerous, right?"

Even in this kind of amateur occasion today, she saw several sports cars rushing out of the track and three were carried away by an ambulance on the spot.

In other words, even Li Yuntang would have to bear a great risk when he got this check.

And all of this...is she just asking not to mind the source of the money?

"There are dangers, but it depends on who." Li Yuntang was very patient and looked at her forbearing expression in a sideways: "If I were not sure, I would not invite you to sit in the passenger seat."

Yan Xiaye's heartbeats like a drum, and her palms were filled with cold sweat. She hurriedly defended: "No, I'm not worried about my safety, but..."

"I'm fine." Li Yuntang chuckled and shook his head, folded the check and stuffed it into her outer pocket, and said as if nothing had happened: "When I was in Germany, although the scholarship was enough for me to pay the tuition, my living expenses were basically the same.

It's earned by racing."

This was said from the famous Erye Li of Jianghai, which made Yan Xiaye admire him and a little confused.

With the power and wealth of the Li family, even though Li Yuntang is a playboy who is rich and rich, the inheritance rights in his hands are enough to be free for the rest of his life, but his performance seems to be avoiding all this...

Li Yuntang didn't explain anything about Yan Xiaye's obvious confusion.

Before the servant got up in the old house, he took Yan Xiaye to the door and drove away alone.

Watching the silver car shadows gradually fade away, Yan Xiaye came to his senses in the middle of the day, and still felt unreal about the thrilling night.

From childhood to adulthood, she has been a good girl in the traditional sense. She lives under the shadow of Yan Shuirou, and her colorful life has never been destined to be with her.

Even though everything that happened last night was probably just a whim of uncle, it was enough for her to cherish it and remember it in her heart.

...

In the hospital, several veteran experts surrounded Li Beicheng on the bed and finally shook their heads together.

Yan Xiaye watched as a family member, rubbing the corners of her clothes with her fingertips too hard, and she didn't even dare to breathe.

"Miss Yan, your husband's situation is still not optimistic." The attending doctor walked up and sighed in front of her: "If the patient continues to fall into a coma like this, it will cause irreparable damage to the body."

Yan Xiaye felt a little sad and asked with difficulty: "But I seemed to see him move his finger yesterday. Isn't it a sign of his awakening?"
Chapter completed!