Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

The clues he got were interrupted again, and Yan Xiaye's heart sank suddenly.

As if suddenly losing all the strength in her body, she put away the sketch in silence, and said softly with difficulty: "It's okay, I want to look for it according to this portrait, if you still dream of him next time, don't you?" Can you send me another portrait of the front?"

Although it is possible to deduce the whole picture based on the profile, if there are scars or tattoos on the other half of the man's face in the portrait, it will greatly increase the difficulty of finding it.

"Okay, I brought this here just to let you see if you recognize me. If you are going to find someone, I will help you find a way in terms of money."

Not waiting for Xia Ye to decline, Qin Yiren shook his head resolutely: "Xia Ye, I'm not helping you, I'm helping myself."

"……Thank you."

"Don't tell me thank you, I've always been sorry for you."

With a choked-up sob, Qin Yiren hastily changed the subject: "I heard that you found your biological father, and I'm really happy for you. Is he a good man? Or is he really as bad as the outside rumors say?"

"Yes." Speaking of Old Qin, Yan Xiaye couldn't describe what kind of person he was, so he could only simply say: "He treats me very well."

"I can rest assured that."

Picking up the juice on the table and taking a sip, Qin Yiren paused with a complicated expression, "How is it between you and Li Beicheng? He seems to have looked this way several times, and he might be coming over soon."

After this passed, she was still very afraid of seeing Li Beicheng.

Even now that she understands that this fear is related to her past as Huang Qian, that fear seems to be deeply rooted in her bones, making her very uncomfortable every time.

Yan Xiaye glanced at her, and retracted the moment he touched the man, and said indifferently: "It's still the same, but fortunately, Mrs. Shen is stopping him, so he won't come easily."

"Then...you and Second Master Li?"

Yan Xiaye's calm water-like eyes caused ripples, and there were emotions in them that she didn't even understand.

She didn't know how to define her relationship with Li Yuntang.

Said to be friends, it seems that she thinks highly of herself.

It's a lover, but it seems that there will always be a little bit of intimacy that is evenly matched.

"Okay, don't talk about me, are you and Mr. Chu still quarreling? I thought I would receive your wedding invitation from him soon, and I thought about what gift I would give you, but I waited Didn't even wait."

Qin Yiren smiled with tears in his eyes, knowing in his heart that Yan Xia Ye was deliberately teasing her, and replied obediently: "I knew you were looking forward to it so much, even if he is not very willing to marry me, I should insist on marrying me."

"Mr. Chu is not willing?" Realizing the grievance hidden in his friend's words, Yan Xiaye couldn't help frowning: "Is he still entangled with that vine?"

"Who knows, maybe it's her pestering him."

Spreading his hands with a wry smile, Qin Yiren's exquisite eyebrows and eyes were stained with bitterness, "Ji Manman came to me several times back and forth, begging and scolding, all kinds of tricks have been used, sometimes I really doubt, maybe I don't I don't love him as much as Ji Manman, because even if Ji Manman snatches him away, no matter how painful and jealous I am, I can't do the same thing."

Yan Xiaye forbade her to give up on herself, and refuted her seriously: "This has nothing to do with love or not, you just have a strong self-esteem, and you can't do those intrigues."

"However, compared to a boring woman like me, Ji Manman is better..."

Halfway through Qin Yiren's words, a hoarse and dull male voice suddenly sounded from behind the two of them: "Miss Yan, my condolences."

Yan Xiaye turned around when he heard the sound, and was startled by the sudden appearance of a man: "Mr. Chu?"

He greeted Yan Xia Ye perfunctorily. The man changed his image of a neat and clean gentleman. There was a slight stubble on his chin and thick dark circles under his eyes. sleep well.

With a clear goal, he grabbed Qin Yiren, who was still trying to escape, and forced her to be carried away by his shoulders.

"Bastard, let me go!"

Hitting the man's back hard, through a layer of fat-free muscles, the man's bones hit her hand.

He... When did he become so thin?
Qin Yiren clenched her lips, hesitantly cast a glance at Yan Xia Ye, and reluctantly lowered her head to pretend to be a dead body, allowing the man to take her away from Li's house.

Watching the awkward couple disappear, Yan Xiaye just wanted to go back to find Xiao Yunduo, when the guests in the hall gradually stopped talking and walked outside in twos and threes.

Grabbing a familiar young lady, Yan Xiaye lowered his voice and asked, "Excuse me, what are you going to do?"

"Mrs. Shen said that the condolence venue is ready, and we are going there now."

Nodding thoughtfully, Yan Xiaye thanked her, looked up at the quiet second floor, and set off to pick up Xiao Yunduo from the children's room.

When he came to the hall again, Li Yanze passed by her with an extremely ugly expression, as if he was concentrating on something very important, without even looking at her.

"Yanyan, where is daddy?"

Little Yunduo also couldn't get close to this uncle, so she hid her small body in Yan Xia Ye's arms, poked her head out and watched quietly: "Who made uncle so angry?"

"Probably me."

While speaking, Li Yuntang walked to Yan Xiaye's side with long legs, and took the heavy little Yunduo from her arms as usual.

Inadvertently, his deep gaze touched her tear-stained little face, and his dark pupils shrank suddenly.

The deep and magnetic voice passed over her eardrums like a feather, and the pampering and gentleness were self-evident: "Xia Ye, what happened?"

"Yeah, Yan Yan promised to go back and accompany me immediately, but I played three games and still haven't seen you come." Xiao Yunduo always thought that Li Beicheng was uneasy and kind, fearing that he would be unfavorable to Yan Xiaye, so he stayed in the room Turning around, I was so anxious that I didn't even have the mind to play games, so I seized the time and said aggrievedly: "Your mobile phone is still turned off, I can't even make a call, I have to worry to death."

Faced with the concern of the big and the small, Yan Xiaye's heart warmed up, and he shook his head silently, the depressive despair in his heart was swept away.

Even if it's not now, as long as she doesn't give up hope, there will always be a day when she can find the whereabouts of the child.

Before that, she had more important things to do than despair and decadence, and she was surrounded by people who cared about her.

I don't know when, in this indifferent world, she is no longer alone.

……

That night, the obituary of Mrs. Li's unfortunate death hit the headlines of Jiang Hai's news.

In just a few hours, the venue of the memorial service was grandly and elegantly arranged, and every detail was the old lady's favorite, which made the guests who came to express their condolences feel more or less sad and sad.

After everything was over, only members of the Li family were left in Nuo Da's venue, as well as Yan Xiaye, who was about to keep vigil for the old lady tonight.

"Everyone has worked hard."

During the whole process of expressing condolences, Li Yanze's expression was always sour, as if he was extremely saddened by the old lady's death, but he dismissed some gossip and gossip by the way.

"Beicheng, what are you still doing standing there?"

Shen Aili has been busy all day, so tired that she doesn't even care about putting on airs.

She glanced recklessly at her son, who was not far or near Yan Xia Ye, and deliberately reminded him: "I know you can't bear to part with your grandma, but you can only watch the spirit alone. It's getting late, so hurry up and go back with us."

Li Beicheng frowned hesitantly, looked at the pure white coffin not far away, and then at Yan Xiaye's thin figure, couldn't help but whispered: "I won't sleep tonight, if you are afraid, Just send me the video."

Yan Xiaye raised his eyes and glanced at him indifferently, then replied stiffly, "I'm not afraid."

"up to you!"

Seeing that Xia Ye was so ignorant, Li Beicheng's heart surged with malice, and he immediately left with his parents.

Now, apart from Yan Xiaye who couldn't leave, there were only Li Yuntang and Xiao Yunduo left in the room.

Leaning over and kissing the little guy's snow-white forehead, Yan Xiaye pinched his cheek in distress: "You are tired, let Li Yuntang take you back to have a good rest, you'd better drink some ginger soup before going to bed to drive away the cold air .”

"Yanyan, I really can't stay?" Xiao Yunduo was so mentally exhausted that she could barely open her eyes. In addition, when she saw the old lady's body not long ago, she cried a lot. His eyes were swollen like peaches, and he held back in a childish voice: "They said men can't stay, but they didn't say boys can't stay. I want to stay here with Yanyan."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head cautiously to look at the coffin reflecting the cold light under the light.

Although he knew that the person lying inside was his grandmother who doted on him very much, but he still couldn't understand the separation of yin and yang at such a young age, but subconsciously thought that Yan Xiaye couldn't be left here alone.

"It's okay, you go back to sleep obediently, even if you have helped me a lot."

Yan Xiaye hugged and rubbed the limp little guy, got up and handed him to Li Yuntang, looked up at the handsome and silent man, and softly said softly, "Good night."

"Ah."

Li Yuntang took Xiao Yunduo over with one hand, touched her slightly cold cheek with the other hand, stared at her quietly with deep eyes, and said concisely: "Wait for me to come back."

After speaking, he glanced at the watch in his hand, and left here with long legs.

Watching the man's slender figure gradually go away, Yan Xiaye blinked inexplicably.

She was very tired after a busy day, and now she couldn't help wondering whether she had misheard Li Yuntang's words before leaving.

Sitting alone on the cold chair, she stared blankly at the coffin a few meters away, and belatedly felt a chill from the bottom of her heart.