Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

Yan Xiaye is used to seeing Yan Jianguo shirking responsibility, but also the most disgusted by him shirking responsibility.

This time, she didn't give her father any good looks, and said expressionlessly: "It's the property of the Li family, it doesn't belong to me personally, if the old lady pursues it, you will probably spend the rest of your life in prison.

"" No, absolutely not! "Seeing that Yan Jianguo's face turned pale with fright, Yan's mother became emotional, crying and began to push Yan Xia Ye: "Xia Ye, mother's good daughter, you must not let your father go to jail, you go and kneel and beg for him." Old madam, hurry up and give birth to a few more sons for the Li family. You should be the one who atones for your father, okay? "Yan Jianguo coughed, and the figure who was pointing at the sky and scolding the earth just now suddenly became old and stooped, and his eyes secretly looked at Yan Xiaye.

"Stop talking!" Yan Xiaye bit his lower lip tightly, and tasted a little fishy sweetness on the tip of his tongue: "Do you think I'm made of gold? Even if it's made of gold, it's not worth more than 3000 million yuan! Or do you think the Li family Lack of a woman to have a child? Even this can be used as a bargaining chip, what will grandma think of me?" If the couple in front of her were not her parents, she really wanted to leave and sever ties with them completely.

Facing Yan Xiaye, who was overwhelmed by pain, Yan's mother trembled, her voice timid: "Then what else can I do, even if our family of four is demolished for more than 3000 million, I can't afford it..." "Who threatened you?" Yes, give me your cell phone number.

"Yan Xiaye took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, his pupils were as sharp as two people: "I will talk to them myself, you prepare 50 cash in three days, and I will try to redeem the things.

"Yan Jianguo felt guilty, and his courage was not so full: "You said lightly, where do you want me and your mother to find 50 in three days..." "Selling houses and cars, if you don't want to spend the rest of your life in prison .

"Copying down the mobile phone number, Yan Xiaye made up his mind, turned around and left without ignoring Yan's mother's pitiful eyes.

After leaving the detention center, she typed the script in her heart and dialed the number directly.

The other person quickly picked up: "Yan Jianguo, what trick are you trying to play?" Yan Xiaye squinted his eyes, and then realized that the other party's mobile phone number was specially used to contact her father, "I am Yan Jianguo's daughter, The things you stole are of great significance to me, and I want to sit down with you and talk about how to return them to me.

"Yo, it's a little girl!" "The other side smiled in surprise, and the mobile phone ran into other people's hands: "Don't be dreaming girl, you also know that this thing is valuable, just want us to return it to you in one sentence?There is no door either! ""50.

""What? "As long as you agree, I can redeem 50 yuan."

"Yan Xiaye didn't go around in circles, and analyzed the situation for them in a concise manner: "This gem has now been registered by the police station, and rich people will not take risks to buy stolen goods.

If you destroy all the engravings, it will only have the value of the gemstone itself, and it is probably not what you want to see with a small amount of money for a lifetime arrest warrant.

"...You woman is a little bit interesting."

"After another short hustle and bustle, this time the person in charge probably changed to answer the phone: "This gemstone is so clear, and the gram is so big, it's worth 500 million anyway, why don't you have 500 million sincerity, come talk to me again .

" "Sorry, I don't think the gem itself is that valuable.

"Yan Xiaye's eyes were deep, and he showed a professional attitude of appreciating jewelry. The bluffing robber was taken aback for a while: "You also know that the material of the artwork itself only accounts for a small part of the value. A hundred million antique vases were made of clay, so they were worthless if broken.

After saying these words, Yan Xiaye held his breath and waited anxiously.

The phone was silent for a long time.

After about a few minutes, the answer was given: "You have some knowledge, but you lied about one thing. Yan Jianguo should have dismissed the case at the police station long ago with his rabbit guts. No stealing... We have to think about it before making a decision.

"Yan Xiaye gritted his teeth: "Okay, but I also want to remind you that my dad is not the real owner of this gem. Even if he closes the case, the owner can call the police again, and you will still be wanted by then."

"Ending the call, Yan Xiaye wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, his heart was still up and down, beating non-stop.

She did everything she could, and if the robbers still didn't contact her within three days, she had no choice but to tell her little uncle what happened and ask him to figure out a solution for himself.

Yan Xiaye frowned at the thought of causing trouble to Li Yuntang again.

She had long been used to not relying on others, and hoped that those robbers would be more sensible and let everything settle before her little uncle found out.

Just as she was trying to figure out the psychology of the robber, the phone rang again.

She didn't even look at it, and quickly answered, "You agreed?" Listening to Li Beicheng's sneering questioning, Yan Xiaye's eyes turned red, and her grievance and sadness overwhelmed her.

No matter how hard she tries to force herself, she is still a woman who has not experienced much in the world, and sometimes she needs a shoulder to lean on.

He is her husband and should have been her biggest backer.

However, he never loved her, and the so-called backer was just a joke made by the old man during his lifetime.

The funny thing is, until she was sent to prison by him, she still believed in this joke, and she believed it for so many years.

So much so that now, when she encounters something she can't handle, she still thinks of him the first time... "What do you want me for?" Pursing her lips, Yan Xiaye didn't want Li Beicheng to hear the strangeness in her words, deliberately With a cold voice, he went back: "Where's Yan Shuirou?" Ever since he broke up in the hospital, what Li Beicheng didn't like to hear the most now was the word Yan Shuirou.

But these three words came out of Yan Xiaye's mouth, which made him frowned and avoided the topic altogether: "Go home, I'll wait for you at home.

"Yan Xiaye didn't want to be alone with Li Beicheng at all, let alone she wasn't in the mood right now.

He was about to refuse directly, but hung up the phone over there.

...In the end, Yan Xiaye reluctantly returned to the old house.

She knew that grandma was exhausted physically and mentally due to Li Beicheng's coma recently, and she really didn't want to cause trouble at this juncture and make grandma worry in vain.

After paying the taxi fare, Yan Xiaye pushed open the gate of the old house, and was immediately shocked by the romantic and delicate pink and white decoration in the garden.

Numerous delicate petals were scattered on the red carpet, and the bushes were specially pruned. The air was filled with champagne and the fragrance of flowers, just as beautiful as before.