Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

After teasing Yan Shuirou to no end, Yan Xiaye slammed the door and walked away with a smile in front of her.

The door closed, blocking Yan Shuirou's paranoid and crazy eyes of hatred.

At noon, as soon as Yan Xiaye returned to the old house, he realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The maid took the bag from her hand and nervously said: "Young Madam, Master is waiting for you in the room.

"Yan Xiaye didn't understand, so he was stunned, then nodded lightly, and walked upstairs as he said.

In the room, a slender man sat in front of the table with a gloomy expression, his tie was casually thrown on the corner of the table, and the neatly arranged documents on the table were also knocked down in anger.

When Yan Xiaye pushed the door and entered, his eyes met Li Beicheng who was looking up, and the two couldn't help being startled at the same time.

Once upon a time, the former Yan Xiaye always liked to watch his figure silently, even if he never got a glance back.

She used to think that rich young masters were like this, that they were all focused on business and didn't care about their children's love.

Now that I think about it, no wonder he refused to love her. Compared to Yan Shuirou, who is so smooth and delicate, she has always been ridiculously stupid.

A few seconds later, Yan Xiaye was the first to look away, lowered his eyes and asked expressionlessly: "What do you want from me?" "You are my wife, so why can't I come to you?" Pushing away the table, he stood up abruptly, walked up to Yan Xiaye with long legs, carefully inspected the somewhat torn clothes on her body, with anger rising from his brows and eyes: "Yan Xiaye, who the hell were you with last night?" The wild man hooked up and hooked up, so happy that he even forgot to go home?" "Li Beicheng, I don't think you are qualified to ask me this question.

"Thinking of the hickey marks on Yan Shuirou's neck, Yan Xiaye's heart thumped, the emotion in his eyes faded away, and when he raised his eyes again, there was only endless indifference: "And that Mr. Yan was originally arranged by you, me and him It's the same if you ask him to what extent he has achieved it.

"What Yan Xiaye said, Li Beicheng didn't listen to a single word.

What he cared most about was... Even though he asked the question in a humiliating tone, she didn't even refute it!Realizing that he didn't like hearing other men's names from Yan Xiaye's mouth, a crack appeared in Li Beicheng's angry expression.

Relying on his advantage as a man, he forcibly picked up Yan Xiaye without saying a word, and after walking a few steps, he fell heavily on the marriage bed that belonged to the two of them.

The mattress heaved up and down suddenly, Yan Xiaye groaned in pain when he was thrown, staring stubbornly at the smiling man with a cold smile, his eyes flashed across his chiseled handsome face, and his vision was somewhat blurred.

From the first time she saw him at the age of 17, she really felt the heartbeat for the first time in her life. When her grandfather asked her if she would like to be his wife, she still felt like she was in a dream when she nodded ignorantly.

It's a pity that Meng would wake up one day. After that low-key and gorgeous engagement, his actions made her feel cold and strange time and time again.

Li Beicheng gritted his teeth when Yan Xiaye stared at her with sad and unhurried eyes, and suddenly raised his hand to cover her eyes.

It was only natural that Yan Xiaye hated him.

The only thing that surprised him was that he was far less indifferent than he imagined.

How did the relationship between him and her come to this point... "Instead of asking you, why don't I check it myself.

"Looking at the thin body of the woman below him, Li Beicheng's hand paused for a moment in mid-air, and with a clear purpose, he tore open the skirt of her chest.

On the porcelain white as snow skin, there were a few ambiguous red marks that could not be concealed.

Yan Xiaye curled up the corners of her lips slightly, and her eyes could still hurt people through his palm: "Are you satisfied?" Li Beicheng stopped in vain, and punched heavily on the bed next to her head, his eyes full of sleepless eyes. It's bloodshot: "Did Yan Er do this?" Yan Xiaye was puzzled at first, and then laughed miserably: "Li Beicheng, if Yan Er hadn't personally admitted that you were behind all of his actions Lord, I almost thought that you loved me deeply.

"Even if she thinks about it on her knees, she can guess what Li Beicheng's acting is for.

It was just because she was afraid that she would go to grandma to clarify the facts on the spur of the moment and dissolve the engagement, which would affect him from inheriting the Li family.

But until now, did he really think that as long as he showed shock and anger, it would be enough to make her forget the past, and even think that he had already fallen in love with her?Stretching out his hand to gather the torn cloth on his chest, Yan Xiaye calmly acted as if nothing had happened: "Excuse me, I still have things to do.

"Her ignorance was like adding fuel to the flames! Li Beicheng's black eyes locked on her body became even colder, and he raised his hand grandly to caress her delicate cheeks, feeling her trembling under him with a smile that was not a smile, and his slender fingers moved freely. Go down.

"Go away!" Yan Xiaye didn't expect that her sloppy eyes would have the opposite effect, and she was angry and anxious for a while: "Didn't you say that you don't touch women who are not virgins?" "For other women , that's right.

"Li Beicheng sneered: "But you are my wife, since it was soiled by outsiders, it is normal for me to clean it up."

"What kind of fallacy is this? Yan Xiaye choked speechlessly, knowing that shouting for help would only be regarded as sexual intercourse, so he could only push him harder, hoping to make him lose interest.

In desperation, she completely forgot that she was wearing a skirt, kicking and struggling, but the hem of the skirt couldn't cover her long white and slender legs.

Coupled with her disheveled hair and moist eyes, the evil fire in Li Beicheng's lower abdomen became more and more intense.

It's really strange, he and Yan Xiaye have shared the same bed for many days in the past, how come they never found her so vivid and attractive? "Don't touch me, I think you're disgusting!" After finally breaking free with one leg, Yan Xiaye kicked without even thinking about it.

Li Beicheng smiled hoarsely, wrapped his palms around her ankles, and rubbed his callused fingertips meaningfully: "You think I'm disgusting? If I remember correctly, you slept on this bed all night a few years ago, Waiting for me to come back and hug you?" "You are so shameless..." As if struck by lightning, Yan Xiaye closed his eyes in pain, unwilling to recall the naive and stupid self in the past.

Seeing that Xia Ye finally lost the strength to struggle, Li Beicheng narrowed his black eyes slightly, not intending to miss this opportunity to brand her on his own.

What is not available is always the best.

Maybe when he has completely possessed her once, those complicated and unspeakable thoughts don't need to be mentioned again.

At this critical moment, the door was gently pushed open, followed by a sweet child's voice: "Daddy, I want to have lunch with you!"