Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

Knowing that he was looking at her, Yan Xiaye felt agitated in his heart, and refused to meet his eyes.

Li Yuntang chuckled softly, walked over and picked up the little guy who was still acting like a baby, and curled his lips lazily at Yan Xiaye: "Good night, have a good dream.

"A man's appearance is already blessed by nature, and when he smiles rarely, he looks even more handsome.

It wasn't until Li Yuntang carried the reluctant little guy out of the house that Yan Xiaye took a deep breath to shake himself off, and finally got rid of the little uncle's seemingly meaningful "good night" from the bottom of his heart.

After returning to the kitchen to tidy up the dishes, Yan Xiaye went up the stairs as usual, to her and Li Beicheng's bedroom.

Standing at the door of the bedroom and stopping in her tracks, she remembered the sad and melancholy marriage proposal in the garden, and the pain spread bit by bit.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that she understood the intention of the little uncle to tease her on purpose.

If Xiaoyunduo and Li Yuntang hadn't appeared in time, not to mention whether she could successfully reject Li Beicheng's proposal again, just the love-hate relationship would have been enough for her to toss and turn and sleepless nights.

But right now, Xiao Yunduo is energetically leading her to run around the mall, and her little uncle teases her so that she is physically and mentally exhausted, and she probably falls asleep immediately as soon as she touches the pillow.

She secretly said thank you, she closed the door, walked much heavier than before, turned and walked towards the guest room.

... Early the next morning, Yan Xiaye cooked a simple meal.

When she brought the tray to the dining room, she inadvertently raised her eyes, and saw Li Beicheng changed from the dress she wore last night, sitting on the main seat and staring at her.

The restaurant was sunny, and the servants had already been pushed back, and they were the only ones left looking at each other.

Yan Xiaye's heart skipped a beat, and he pursed his lips repeatedly. The photo he took when he rescued her in Xiangshan appeared in his mind, and he unconsciously looked away and asked softly: "I made breakfast, you...would you like it?" Do you want to eat?" Li Beicheng's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately agreed: "...Okay.

The two sat down across the long European-style dining table, and stirred the rice grains in the bowl with lowered eyes. For a while, there was only the soft sound of the spoon touching the porcelain bowl.

After an unknown amount of time, the man's slightly hoarse voice broke the silence: "Grandma and Mom are back today, and they are probably at the airport now.

"Yan Xiaye didn't know how to eat, but when he heard this, he was shocked, and the spoon fell into the bowl with a crisp sound.

Li Beicheng's mother - Shen Aili.

Because Li Beicheng's father was in poor health, Shen Aili followed her husband to cultivate in Europe all the year round. Except for the one time when she and Li Beicheng got married, she had very few opportunities to get along with this mother-in-law.

This has always been a blessing to her, for one reason only.

As much as Mr. Li agrees with this marriage, Shen Aili does not want Li Beicheng to marry her.

Seeing that Xia Ye's red face suddenly faded from the heat, Li Beicheng couldn't help but speak softly: "I'll take care of it on Mom's side, you don't have to worry about what she says, everything is up to me.

"I have everything.

Those four simple words made Yan Xia Ye's nose sore, and he couldn't help but recall the situation back then.

At that time, Shen Aili assumed the posture of a noble lady, torturing and berating her out of her temper, while Li Beicheng simply retreated, often not showing his face for days at a time, never caring how Shen Aili treated her.

Thinking about it now, Li Beicheng was in an adulterous relationship with Yan Shuirou back then, so of course he didn't care about her life or death.

Stopping the memory abruptly here, Yan Xiaye didn't allow himself to think about it any longer.

At the end, she tried her best to smile, and said softly, "Thank you.

" Li Beicheng was flustered, but he also felt that this was a good start. With a handsome smile, he paranoidly repeated his previous answer: "You are my wife, so you don't have to be so polite with me.

"After breakfast, Yan Xiaye returned to the master bedroom with a lot of thoughts, carefully selected an expensive and scary dress, patiently painted on his face, and seriously dressed up.

The sound of a car in front of the old house sounded, she smiled in the mirror, stepped on her high heels and hurried down to greet her.

In the front hall, the servants of the old house lined up on both sides, bowing to the jeweled figure on the carpet, while the butler went up to take the coat: "You two have worked hard all the way.

Yan Xiaye hid behind the crowd, looking at the well-maintained Shen Aili not far away, not knowing how to initiate a conversation.

Fortunately, Li Beicheng had been paying attention from the corners of his eyes and brows. Seeing that Xia Ye arrived, he left the servant, brought her generously to his mother, and hugged her waist very affectionately: "Honey, I heard from grandma that Mom is there for you." You brought a gift, hurry up and thank mom.

"Yan Xiaye was completely stiff in his arms, and the words "wife" made her even more at a loss.

After calming down and taking a breath, she smiled at Shen Aili politely: "Mom, you don't need to buy me any presents, thank you for thinking of me.

"Shen Aili kept her brows fixed, and glanced at her coldly, without saying a word.

On the contrary, the old lady burst into laughter, and complained kindly: "Look at you child, you generally have good knowledge, but being too polite is not like a family.

"Grandma is right, mom is tired after such a long journey, why don't you and grandma go to rest first, and then have a good talk after the family dinner in the evening."

Li Beicheng saw that his mother's attitude was wrong, half coaxed and half persuaded to take Shen Aili away, leaving the old lady and Yan Xiaye alone.

"Good boy, Ellie's heart is not bad, it's just her temperament... Hey, it just so happens that she celebrates her birthday the day after tomorrow, and you and Beicheng have been working hard these two days, and she will understand your kindness in her heart even if she doesn't say anything.

"Watching Shen Aili disappear into the corner of the wall, Yan Xiaye finally heaved a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became sincere: "Grandma, I'm too stupid to let you worry about me at such an age.

""Stupid words again, it's not right for grandma to worry about you."

"The old lady patted the back of Yan Xiaye's hand: "As for the incident that Beicheng was injured in order to save you, I guess Shen Aili should not know, and you should not mention it, do you understand?" ""I know.

"Yan Xiaye nodded feeling a little uncomfortable, seeing that the old lady looked tired, and she didn't want to say more to upset her: "Don't worry, I'll take you back to your room to rest.

"...The sky is getting dark, and it's time for the dinner party in the blink of an eye.

In the kitchen, Yan Xiaye stood in front of the steamer and brushed her sweat-soaked hair, finalizing the final details of the dinner with the chefs.

Before being rejected by Shen Aili, he took a battle bath first, changed into more expensive clothes, and Shi Shiran went downstairs.

This afternoon, in order to prevent Shen Aili from trouble with Yan Xiaye, Li Beicheng had no choice but to pester his mother, not even taking the time to test his favorability in front of Yan Xiaye.

At the dining table, the old lady usually sat at the head seat, and Yan Xiaye and Shen Aili sat on the right side according to their seniority, facing Li Beicheng across the table.

During the whole dinner, Yan Xiaye took the serving chopsticks and carefully served Shen Aili with food, trying to talk as little as possible and doing more, so as not to get into trouble for nothing.