Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

Yan Xiaye stared at the mess in front of her in silence, feeling helpless like an invisible big hand tightly grasping her heart.

After she was released from prison, she devoted all her heart and soul, and finally got a place where she could live and live. She never thought that it would be so easy to be destroyed by others.

Blinking her eyes blankly, she suddenly thought of something, stepped on the shards of glass and rushed into the room, opened the overturned tables, chairs and cabinets, and looked around for the half-finished designs of Yin Baiyan that were kept in the folder not long ago draft.

"Miss Yan, what are you looking for? Do you need our help?" The security guards stood outside the door poking their heads. Based on the good relationships that Yan Xiaye made on weekdays, they were very willing to help, but there were originally some people in the studio. There are many valuable jewelry samples, outsiders dare not enter rashly, for fear of losing things and not knowing.

"No, thank you..." Yan Xiaye raised his hand to press his throbbing forehead, wandered around the room with scattered eyes, and threw himself into the sofa that was still in good condition.

No—leaving aside the disappearing exhibits, the most valuable thing in this studio is undoubtedly Yin Baiyan's design draft.

With the last trace of luck in her arms, she searched all the places she could find, but found nothing.

The person who smashed up her studio had obvious intentions and didn't even leave a single piece of paper for her.

If it wasn't for the fact that there were other people beside her, she really wanted to cry desperately on the ground.

"Then we'll call the police for you.

"The security guard saw Yan Xiaye's silent pain, and suddenly thought of the noble man who occasionally appeared here, he hesitated to remind her: "Well, I have seen the trending searches during that time, haven't you and Young Master Li not yet? Divorce?For Li Shao's sake, why don't you...you call Li Zong, the Li family has more ways to deal with this kind of thing than the police.

"The president Li they are talking about is naturally the current president of the Li Group, Li Yuntang.

Others don't know, but Yan Xiaye knows it well.

At this time, Li Yuntang should be having a candlelight dinner with Miss Yin Mo.

He was about to become someone else's husband, and she could no longer rely on him and turn to him for help.

Yan Xiaye shook his head lightly, sighing dryly and helplessly: "Since there is something wrong with the monitor, calling the police may not help, forget it, I will take care of it myself, thank you for making a trip.

"No, no, no, this is our dereliction of duty, please don't be so polite."

"The security guard had no other options, so he simply expressed his regret and went back to work.

In the blink of an eye, the room returned to dead silence.

The fragments of the crystal chandelier fell to the ground in a mess, and the moonlight silently spilled into the room, illuminating the slender figure curled up on the sofa.

With a pale face, he took out his mobile phone, Yan Xiaye thought for a while, and dialed Qin Yan's number.

Although the relationship between her and the man is just an exchange of benefits, it is also because of this that it is easier to ask him for help, and the worst is to pay the price.

"Fiancee, you are calling me so late, could it be that you are lonely?" When the phone was connected, Qin Yan said with a smile in his lazy and leisurely voice, "I heard that Miss Yin Mo returned to China today, how do you feel?" How's it going, are you ready for the wedding?" Yan Xiaye curled the corners of his lips wearily, not in the mood to chat with him, and tried to calmly state the facts: "Qin Yan, my studio was smashed.

"... Who did it?" "Qin Yan half sat up from the bed thoughtfully, obviously attaching great importance to Yan Xia Ye's situation, frowning and asking: "How are you, is there anything wrong? "I'm fine, but the design drafts in the studio are lost, and those are very important to me.

"The fingers holding the phone tightened, she took a deep breath, and pleaded with him in a soft tone: "I don't know who did it, but I don't seem to have offended anyone except Qin Jingyi recently, can you... …Help? ""okay, I get it.

"Clearly saying that Xia Ye offended Qin Jingyi because of him, Qin Yan agreed without saying a word, and at the same time reached for the coat on the chair: "Are you in the studio?"I'll go find you.

"" No, no need.

" Softly rejected Qin Yan's kindness, Yan Xiaye rested his forehead on the cold leather sofa, and said softly as if sighing: "I want to be alone.

"She didn't want to complain like a shrew, but if she hadn't promised Yin Mo to choose a wedding dress, maybe the studio could have escaped the disaster.

It's a pity that now, regretting is of no avail.

"Yan Xiaye, it's okay if you want to be quiet, but don't think about it.

As if seeing through Yan Xiaye's mind, Qin Yan put down his coat hand, sat on the edge of the bed and looked out the window at the bright moonlight.

Perhaps it was because the moonlight was too gentle tonight, the man's handsome brows and eyes were a little less stern, and it was rare for him to say a few words of comfort to her: "You should be thankful that you are not at the scene, otherwise not only the studio will not be able to keep it, but your end will definitely be good where to go.

"If Qin Yan was really responsible for all this, if he could smash Yan Xiaye's studio, he would definitely not mind smashing her herself.

Yan Xiaye nodded with a wry smile, then realized that Qin Yan was not in front of her, and hummed again.

In memory, this seemed to be the first time Qin Yan called her by her name directly.

"Thanks, good night.

Putting away her mobile phone, she changed her position and lay on her back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling quietly in the dark.

Hands-on people probably don't like being noticed, and the only thing left intact in the studio is the glass on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Otherwise, in the cold night of late autumn, she might not even have a place to stay tonight.

After lying tossing and turning for a while, she sat up abruptly, took out her mobile phone again, and opened the email page, not knowing how to explain the loss of the design draft to Yin Baiyan on the other side of the ocean.

As far as she knows, not all of those design drafts are for use by 'Ye Yan', many of them are ideas that Yin Baiyan has considered for a long time, and are intended to be produced and sold by the most famous jewelry brand under the Yin family, targeting those internationally famous jewelry brands. The ladies and stars of the world are available in limited quantities.

The ingenious design and the name Yin Baiyan are almost inestimable in value.

However, Yin Baiyan has only returned to China for a short time, so it is impossible for him to make any enemies in the country.

In other words, the real reason why the studio was smashed was really only related to her.

The thin and light mobile phone feels extremely heavy in the palm of the hand, Yan Xiaye frowned and thought for a long time, and only typed out the three dry words "I'm sorry".

She didn't know how to make up for the loss she caused to Yin Baiyan, so any apology seemed insincere.

Distraughtly closed the mailbox page, a piece of entertainment news popped up spontaneously.

She glanced at it casually and wanted to close it, but her fingertips stopped in the next second, and she recognized the familiar shadow that made people want to cry.

After clicking to play, the news is a video about 1 minute long, the camera is dangling, obviously someone secretly filmed it.

Yan Xiaye has heard of this place before, - the most luxurious French restaurant in Jianghai, even a glass of the simplest mineral water is said to be airlifted from the snow-capped mountains, the price is staggeringly high, for ordinary people, it is rare to go there in a lifetime The last place.

The girl who took the sneak shot lowered her voice and muttered like a thief. The voice came out from the video: "Yes, those two are definitely President Li and his fiancee. Originally, President Li wanted to go to the box, but the little wife wanted to see the night view. So Mr. Li dotes on his wife with strength, ah, I'm so pissed off...the love is so enviable!" In the video, the gorgeous lights of the French restaurant poured down, stretching the figures of the two very long.

Yin Mo nestled tenderly next to the handsome and tall man, and said something charmingly in his eyes. The close distance was so close that people could imagine it. No wonder the girl who secretly took pictures was so jealous.

The short video was played quickly, and Yan Xiaye watched it again as if masochistic, the light in the clear black and white eyes dimmed, and there was a kind of inorganic beauty.

It is obviously something that has been known for a long time, but why did the impact far exceed expectations when I saw it with my own eyes?Forcing myself not to think about anything related to Li Yuntang, Yan Xiaye turned off the video, mustered up the courage to send an email to Yin Baiyan to explain the situation in the simplest way, put down the phone and use the moonlight to find the broom and garbage that survived the disaster Bucket, head down and tidy up the room.

Even if Yin Baiyan is not here... No, it is precisely because of Yin Baiyan's absence that she has to guard 'Yeyan' alone. This is the only thing she can do at present.

... In the next two days, Yan Xiaye had to take part of the funds from the plan to find Huang Qian's whereabouts, and hired someone to restore the studio to its original state as much as possible. At the same time, it announced on the official website that 'Yeyan' was temporarily closed Trimming news.

Since she sent the email two days ago, she thought that she would receive a reply from Yin Baiyan soon, but that email seemed to have disappeared. Yin Baiyan's attention.

That night, she sat on the brand-new tatami in the studio with her knees bent, concentrating on the design drawings she wrote.

Until a sudden ringtone disturbed her tranquility.

The ink-colored lines on the tip of the pen trembled, she picked up the eraser to modify, and then picked up the phone: "Hello?" "Fiancee, check out the message I sent you.

"Qin Yan just said this and hung up the phone.

Yan Xiaye was puzzled, put down the drawing board for the time being, opened WeChat as he said, and saw a little news he forwarded to her.

Words such as car accident, minor injury, and hit-and-run popped up. According to the usual practice, the unlucky parties in the news withheld their names and only used Qin as a pronoun.

After staring at the news twice, Yan Xiaye seemed to understand something, but he couldn't believe it.

Just at this time, another piece of news jumped out—a birthday invitation from Mr. Qin.