Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

"It was she who answered Beicheng's call first, and then kept crying.

"Yan's mother pursed her lips, with a little embarrassment on her face: "If you don't like it, it doesn't matter if you don't talk to her. Mom knows that Shui Rou is sorry for you.

"It's nothing, it's rare for me to come back once, so it's better for everyone to talk face to face."

"Yan Xiaye was as mentally prepared as possible, until the pain in his heart numb, he opened the door and walked in.

In the living room, Yan Jianguo sat at the head seat with a sword and a golden horse, looking at Yan Xiaye with disgust in his eyes: "Tell yourself, what are you going to do with Shuirou?" "What am I going to do?" Yan Xiaye asked Expressionless, she sat down opposite the sofa with her arms folded, and said casually: "What does she want me to do?" What's the point of the position of Mrs. Li's young lady?" Yan Jianguo was frothing, and instead of Yan Shuirou, he said, "Your sister has kept her body like a jade for Beicheng for so many years, so she must want to marry him, you know.

""I know.

"From an angle that no one else could see, Yan Xiaye pierced his palm with ten fingers slenderly, and sneered to see how shameless his father could be, "So what?Let me abdicate to Xian, do you mean that? "You caused Shuirou to commit suicide, you owe her that!" "Yan Jianguo felt guilty for a moment, and in the next second he was full of courage: "As long as you divorce Beicheng, Shuirou is willing to forgive you. You are still a good daughter of parents, otherwise..." Since when did she become The person who needs to be forgiven? Yan Xiaye couldn't hold it anymore, and chuckled with trembling shoulders: "I don't know what you said, Yan Shuirou, I just know that even if I divorce Li Beicheng, she will definitely be Not Mrs. Li.

Moreover, I will never let her have the chance to get what she wants.

"Damn girl, what Beicheng said is absolutely right, the reason why Shuirou committed suicide is all because of you!" Yan Jianguo's chest heaved in anger, he looked at Yan Xiaye as if he were an enemy, and scolded through gritted teeth, "You have to sign this divorce agreement today, and you have to sign it if you don't!" "After he reminded, Yan Xiaye discovered the agreement lying quietly on the coffee table.

She picked it up with tears in her smile, paused on a few key words, and asked in disbelief: "It's okay to get divorced, but you want me to transfer all the assets under my name to Yan Shuirou?" "Of course." , everything you have is given by the Li family, and Shuirou will be the young wife of the Li family in the future, why do you take away the property that belongs to Shuirou?" Yan Jianguo did not expect that Yan Xiaye would be so calm that he lost his mind instead. Properly, he couldn't wait to throw the pen over and smashed it on her shoulder: "Sign it, otherwise you won't even think about leaving this house today!" The pen hit Yan Xiaye hard with the force of venting anger.

The pain was sharp, but compared to the pain in Yan Xiaye's heart, it was nothing worth mentioning.

She pinched the paper agreement with two fingers, and tore it strand by strand in front of Yan Jianguo.

"Go and tell Yan Shuirou that as long as I am alive, the position of Mrs. Li's young lady will never be with her. She will only be a mistress who is looked down upon in her life!" "You!" Yan Jianguo blushed and had a thick neck. Picking up the water glass and throwing it at it, he yelled cursingly: "You are just talking to your father like this? Believe it or not, I will never let you into this house again!" "Okay.

"Yan Xiaye put one hand on the armrest of the sofa, staggered and stood up, and said calmly and coldly: "I don't owe this family anything, since this family doesn't want me, then I don't want this family either.

"When she said these words, even though she pretended to be indifferent, her hands and feet were still cold and she burst into tears.

Li Beicheng, oh Li Beicheng, after all, she was still no better than him, so she only picked where she hurt the most.

From then on, in this cold and unfeeling world, she really became a loner, with no one to rely on.

The rest of Yan Jianguo's roar was suddenly held in his throat, unable to swallow it or spit it out, he could only watch helplessly as Yan Xiaye drifted away.

No, this is not at all the same as he imagined, where Yan Xiaye cried and knelt down to beg him for forgiveness!No matter how inconspicuous he is as an old man, he can't be more cruel than this dead girl.

In order for the father and daughter to communicate well, Yan's mother deliberately hid in the kitchen and did not come out.

Now that she had finished cutting the fruit plate, she happened to see Yan Xiaye's slender back passing through the garden through the kitchen window, and she got into the taxi without looking back, looking strangely determined.

Her heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat, and she hurried to the living room, and saw the dejected Yan Jianguo among the scraps of paper all over the floor, and hurriedly asked, "How did Xia Ye leave? Did you say something you shouldn't have said?" "It doesn't matter. From today onwards, you will act as if you never gave birth to that dead girl. We have Shui Rou, which is enough to enjoy our old age in peace!" Panting, Yan Jianguo waved his hand exhaustedly, not allowing Yan's mother to come again. Keep asking.

Yan's mother stood there in a daze for a long time, then covered her face and cried bitterly and squatted down.

How gentle and filial Xia Ye's child is, in the past she didn't say it, and even used it to hold the child, but she knew it best in her heart.

But when Xia Ye really made up his mind, everything would be difficult to change.

... The sky is getting late, and the rainstorm is approaching.

Yan Xiaye chose to get off in the city center, her heart was as cold as a piece of ice, wandering on the side of the road like a lonely soul, even though she was in the middle, she was still out of tune with the bustling and colorful streets.

The happiness and warmth belonged to others. She stood on the side of the street and looked into the distance, looking at the happy silhouettes of various families in the hotel window, imagining that she was one of them, and she even felt a trace of indescribable warmth.

A boy watched her silently for a while, stood on tiptoe and asked his mother for a piece of mooncake, ran over and stuffed it into Yan Xiaye's palm: "Sister, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, if you are so unhappy, even Sister Moon will unhappy.

"It turned out to be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Yan Xiaye nodded silently, wanting to smile as an answer, but the corners of her lips seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

There was no other way, facing the child's worried and innocent eyes, she had no choice but to nod again.

Seeing her abnormal behavior, the little boy's mother probably regarded her as some kind of mental patient, and rushed over to pull the child away before it rained: "My dear baby, you did a good deed, that sister must be very happy." happy.

"Yan Xiaye didn't know whether she was happy or not. She stood on the street and looked up at the sky. There was no bright moonlight in what she could see, only dark and heavy clouds.

In a blink of an eye, heavy rain poured down.