Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

Yan Er originally planned to punish this culprit who had made a contribution to his romantic history without authorization, but seeing her couldn't help laughing, her anger seemed to be poked by a needle, and she reluctantly calmed down.

As early as that night in the clubhouse, he had experienced the unique and quiet temperament of this woman.

If Li Beicheng didn't ask him to be rough and wild, he would actually be willing to pretend to be a gentleman in front of her. Even if the ultimate goal is still to accomplish that good deed, he can start with dating slowly.

"Then you can't just slander Lao Tzu's innocence!" Based on the principle of unreasonable arguments, Yan Er said in a blunt tone: "Also, what is the relationship between you and Beicheng?"

As far as he knew, Li Beicheng didn't have much need for women, and he always had a charming secretary by his side, who was in charge of life during the day and daily life at night.

Yan Xiaye choked for breath, the thin desolation in his eyes was impossible to ignore.

After a while, she said softly mockingly: "...Didn't he tell you?"

"Nonsense, otherwise why would I ask you!"

Both parties were secretive about this so-called relationship, which successfully aroused Yan Ershao's great interest.

Seeing that Xia Ye didn't intend to answer, he simply speculated wildly: "Oh! Could it be that Beicheng is tired of playing with the charming style and wants to change his taste on you? But if this is the case, why would he send you to come with me? entertainment?"

Yan Xiaye was still quiet, the smile on his lips didn't reach his eyes.

It's just that the expression was too cold and painful, which made Yan Er feel a little unspeakably worried just by watching from the side.

The voice of excited gossip gradually weakened, Yan Erban shut his mouth tightly in embarrassment, and decided to let this woman go a lot: "You don't want to say it, and I don't care about your rumors and troubles, but there is a prerequisite ..."

Finally shifting the topic away from Li Beicheng, Yan Xiaye looked up at him, with a little more vitality in his eyes: "I have no money."

"Bah, who cares about your two dollars." Yan Er snorted disdainfully, and went straight to the point: "Since you are not from Beicheng, it doesn't matter if you come out to play with me, right?"

Yan Xiaye really didn't expect that this playboy really fell in love with her.

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

"Ah! You bastard woman!"

The ribs that were smashed a few days ago added new injuries, Yan Er gasped for breath and jumped around in place.

After finally getting over the pain, the strange pity for Yan Xiaye in his heart also disappeared, and he couldn't wait to clenched his casserole-sized fists: "If I don't show my power, you will treat me as a sick cat! You have given me... "

Before the words were finished, footsteps stopped at the door in the corridor across the door.

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

Ignoring the aching ribs, he dragged Yan Xiaye into the tea room inside, then tiptoedly closed the door, covered her mouth and leaned against the crack to listen.

The sound of the door opening came together with the sound of footsteps, and it sounded like there were at least two people.

Yan Xiaye glanced at Yan Er silently, shook her head to indicate that she would cooperate, and asked him to quickly take his salty hands away.

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

Just as the two were wrestling with each other's eyes, there was finally a voice from the outside room: "Beicheng, you haven't answered the phone all this time, are you really angry with me?"

"I'm just busy, don't worry too much."

After the question and answer, Yan Er glanced at the stiff woman around him a little depressed, feeling that the passing of time was not good in his heart.

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

"I know that Xia Ye's incident was my fault. After all, she is your wife in name. I apologized to her face to face afterwards, but she didn't want to see me at all."

Yan Shuirou sighed with tears in his eyelashes, leaned against Li Beicheng as if he had no bones, and played with his tie with his fingers: "If you don't even want to see me, I might as well die five years ago... um. "

The unlucky words were swallowed by the man, and the lingering kiss was accompanied by the rustling of the clothes, which was enough for people to know clearly what was about to happen outside.

In the tea room, Yan Xiaye was as calm as a dead person, her heart was beating so heavy that she could barely hear her breathing.

Only the constantly flickering eyes proved that she was not as unhappy as she appeared on the surface.

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

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

If it weren't for this opportunity, she would have never known that Li Beicheng was extremely gentle with Yan Shuirou, who cared about each other's needs in every priority, showing his tenderness and pampering to the fullest.

Being so favored by Li Beicheng, it's no wonder that Yan Shuirou is qualified to show off in front of her wife who is just a name.

"You... have an ugly face." Taking advantage of the enthusiasm outside, Yan Er cautiously whispered in Yan Xiaye's ear, "You really love Li Beicheng so much?"

The slender eyelashes trembled, Yan Xiaye's pale lips were pursed tightly, and after the initial shock and disgust, only a deep exhaustion remained.

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

Yan Er glanced at her expression, feeling more and more unhappy, so he lowered his voice and advised her: "Don't dream, Beicheng and I have known each other for several years, and the only woman beside him is Secretary Yan, even if he wants to change The taste will not last long with you."

After hearing his advice, Yan Xiaye smiled wryly and pulled the corner of his lips, expressing that he accepted his intention.

Yan Eryi saw that there was an opportunity, and at the same time, he couldn't bear to let the bastard woman's attention focus on the erotic palace outside the door, and give full play to his eloquent nature, whispering in her ear: "So Well, I'm not much worse than Li Beicheng, so you can consider me and make our romantic marriage possible."

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

I don't know how long it took, the rustling sound from outside sounded again, mixed with Li Beicheng's caring and soft-spoken coquettish and foolish words.

Soon, the clouds will gather and the rain will rest.

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

Taking a step away from the door, Yan Xiaye took a deep breath, and solemnly rejected 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?"

Yan Xiaye opened the door, held her breath to avoid the sweet smell after the affair, and before leaving, she looked back and smiled slightly: "I am Yan Xiaye."