Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

After experiencing Yan Xiaye's eloquence again, Shen Aili opened her mouth dumbfounded, unable to utter a single word.

But Xia Ye didn't give her a chance to speak anymore, he waved his hand and ordered the maid to see off the guests, half pushed her out of Qin's house, and closed the carved iron gate in front of her.

Stretching lazily, Yan Xiaye went back to the room to take a shower, and when he came out, he saw a handsome man on the sofa.

The black and white pupils showed a bit of surprise, she subconsciously adjusted the height of the bath towel, and asked curiously, "When did you..."

"About 10 minutes ago."

Li Yuntang leaned on the sofa and flipped through her study notes, and from time to time wrote down a few notes in a professorial style, "Did she make you unhappy?"

"You mean Shen Aili?"

Wiping the wet hair with a towel in his hand, Yan Xiaye walked over and sat down beside him, smiling fearlessly: "I won't feel sad because of her anymore."

Li Yuntang raised his eyes, a faint smile appeared on the corners of his thin lips, and he was not stingy with his affirmation: "Very good."

With a slightly fluctuating heartbeat, Yan Xiaye looked directly into the man's dark and deep pupils, and asked excitedly, "By the way, do you know anyone who can make fakes?"

This was the idea she came up with when she closed her eyes and fell asleep in the bathtub, and she couldn't wait to show it off in front of Li Yuntang.

"antique?"

"Yes, will it be difficult to create that sense of decades of history?"

Li Yuntang pondered for a moment, "It should be okay, when do you want it?"

"Earlier is better." Yan Xiaye leaned over to read his notes on the notebook, eager to ask: "You don't want to ask me, why do you need it?"

The man smiled, raised his hand and rubbed the top of her hair, liking her honesty and trust: "Why do you need it?"

"It's Grandpa Li's pocket watch. Shen Aili just came to look for me and wanted to get it back!"

Yan Xiaye's watery eyes were shining brightly, like a child waiting for an adult's praise: "I don't believe her reason is so simple, so if she can really get Li Beicheng to agree to divorce, I will give the false Give her his pocket watch, and if you send someone to keep an eye on Li Yanze's movements, maybe you can find out what that watch is for."

"so smart."

Immediately understanding her intentions, Li Yuntang put the notebook aside, took the towel and wiped her hair, "It seems that fakes can't be too similar, lest he accidentally achieve his goal."

"Anyway, I just came up with this idea, it's up to you how to do it." Li Yuntang relaxed his body and let Li Yuntang wipe his hair, Yan Xiaye lay on his lap and yawned.

She hasn't slept well in the hospital for the past few days. Once she relaxes, she always feels tired.

Li Yuntang looked down at her slender and soft eyelashes, stopped the hand that was wiping her hair, and felt a little trembling in her heart.

"Sleepy?"

She hummed softly.

Li Yuntang smiled lowly, touched her [-]% dry hair, and easily picked her up horizontally, and sent her to the big bed considerately and gently.

The whole person fell into the soft mattress, she opened her eyes and looked at the man who was close at hand, and her heart throbbed indescribably.

He supported her neck with one hand, leaned over to look at her seriously, her pure and harmless face was reflected in his dark pupils, and her evasive gaze was reflected in his eyes.

Under the warm yellow light of the crystal chandelier, the room was quiet, as if the heartbeats of the two could be heard one after another.

After a while, Li Yuntang's deep and magnetic voice broke the silence: "Xia Ye."

She was inexplicably regretful, and blinked in confusion: "Huh?"

"Give me a few more days, and when things here are over, I want to take you abroad for vacation."

He knew how hard she worked, to the point where he had to feel sorry for her.

This made him occasionally hesitate whether his original decision was right or wrong, but the slender and stubborn little woman in front of him was much more determined than him.

"Just you and me?" Yan Xiaye tilted his head, blushing under his gaze, "Can't you take Xiao Yunduo with you?"

"No."

Refusing to bring light bulbs with him, Li Yuntang said in a meaningful low voice: "My date with you may not be suitable for a third person to be present."

Yan Xiaye's heart trembled, and he stared at him with watery eyes: "I don't want to..."

"Really?"

Smiling lightly and pinching her tender little face, Li Yuntang slid her calloused fingertips down her cheeks to the corner of her lips, and pressed gently with deep meaning: "If I can't help it, you will push open me?"

Yan Xiaye frowned slightly, unable to give any answer for a while.

Even she herself didn't know how many times she could refuse his temptations?

Seeing her involuntary restlessness, the smile on the man's lips became more and more sexy and charming.

Looking at each other, he leaned over and slowly held her in his arms, his movements were gentle and almost affectionate, savoring her unique sweetness.

Her breathing couldn't help but become rapid, her slender eyelashes trembled violently, and her small white hands pressed against the man's body, crumpling his shirt tangledly, as if she wanted to push him away, but also seemed to want to get closer to him.

Reason warned her to stop here, but emotion guided her to follow her heart.

At the end of the kiss, both of them were out of breath.

"Summer night."

Unknowingly, his kiss was transferred to the tip of her delicate ear, and he called her name hoarsely: "Tell me, what are you thinking?"

Yan Xiaye looked at him intently, with the last trace of clarity remaining in his eyes.

Qingmei's brows and eyes jumped out of a vivid smile, and she smiled slyly like a little fox: "I was wondering, did the maid tidy up your room?"

This world is cold and cruel, and people are never allowed to make mistakes, and even one step will make people irreparable.

She couldn't even be sure of her own mind, let alone Li Yuntang's.

If this was a game, she would have gotten used to her current role, to the man's seemingly true and false love words, and to their inseparable relationship.

More than friendship, less than lovers, this might not be a perfect ending.

Sometimes she wonders if it never ends if it doesn't begin?

"...you are cruel."

Not yet satisfied, he kissed her clean and pure face, and Li Yuntang left the bed with a low smile, and took the quilt to cover her body: "Good night, Xia Ye."

She still smiled, and said obediently and gently, "Good night."

The handsome and impeccable man gave her one last look, and turned off the bedside lamp for her before leaving the room, and said in a voice with a hint of smile, "Have a good dream."

Watching the man's back disappear outside the door, Yan Xiaye's tense heartstrings relaxed, and he breathed a silent sigh of relief.

If there was a mirror in front of her at this moment, she would definitely be able to see her bewildered expression.

He asked her for advice as a gentleman, and he didn't miss her after being rejected. His easy-going demeanor was heart-wrenching.

Obviously she and he are very clear, as long as his attitude is tougher, she has no room or qualification to reject him at all.

Many thoughts swirled through his mind in a mess, and finally turned into a wry smile on his lips.

Maybe, because her existence is dispensable to a man, so it is not enough for a man to use it?

Immediately stopping this dangerous thought, Yan Xiaye shivered back into the quilt, always feeling that she had a tendency to become a shivering M.

Turning sideways and looking at the wall adjacent to the next room, she silently said good night, closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, another piece of entertainment news that swept across Jianghai hit the headlines, replacing Ji Manman's remarks at the press conference that true love is innocent.

Yan Xiaye slept well last night, and woke up a little earlier today.

She lay on the bed and swiped her phone, clicked on the news pushed to her, and accidentally saw the aggressive man in the video.

Click to play, and the man's unreasonable speech immediately resounded in the room: "I have only one purpose for coming to you. The fiancée of Chu Xiannian on the news these two days is definitely my mother's adopted daughter. I don't know how she changed so suddenly. Becoming the daughter of a rich family, all I know is that she suddenly disappeared one day a few years ago, abandoning the family that raised her and my brother who treated her as his own!"

Yan Xiaye's bewildered little face gradually became serious, and she complained silently as if it was her own use here, isn't there something wrong?
However, the reporters didn't pay attention to the details like her. Countless microphones were sent to the man, and some people couldn't wait to ask: "You mean that Mr. Chu's fiancée abandoned the family just for the glory and wealth?"

"I didn't say that, but my mother was depressed because of her disappearance. It is a fact that she died of serious illness!" When the man mentioned his dead mother, his expression became more angry, and he waved his fist to express his dissatisfaction, but the necessary sentimentality and nostalgia were missing. , "I want to shout through you, let her come and meet me immediately, the sooner the better!"

"Don't worry, although we think that you probably have the wrong person, we will still help you contact Miss Qin and ask her to give you an answer."

"Then I am very grateful to you all. I have been waiting for my sister to come home all these years. Every year on my mother's death day, I look forward to her appearance, but she always disappoints me."

Yan Xiaye took a closer look at the man in the video. He was about 30 years old. His yellow hair seemed to have not been properly taken care of for a long time. In the middle of his not-so-proper face, his bulbous nose was particularly eye-catching.

Dressed in simple jeans and a thick sweater, he looks like a passerby who can be seen everywhere. His hands waving in front of the camera pass by, and people can still clearly see the mud between his fingers.

Even after many years, she still recognized this person—it was undoubtedly the son of Huang Qian's adoptive parents back then.

The last trace of drowsiness completely disappeared from his mind, and Yan Xiaye sat up holding the phone.

Through the interview of just a few minutes, she has fully realized that this man's intention to use the reporter to make things bigger is definitely not just to ask Qin Yiren to go back to pay homage.