Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

"Damn it, I think you are stupid with a fever."

At this moment, there was no one else but Yan Xiaye, and Li Beicheng didn't bother to continue pretending to be a noble son, so he showed all his ruthlessness, walked out on his own, and taught Yan Xiaye by the way: "These things are all For the living, take a step back and say, if grandma is still alive, can she bear to see you fall ill because of this high fever?"

"That's not what you said." Yan Xiaye was a little helpless, too tired and hungry to lose his temper, he just shook his head like a rattle, his eyes were spinning, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to do it to you." Anyone can see, but I want to be worthy of my conscience, let me down."

As she said that, she pressed one hand on Li Beicheng's shoulder, unable to find the strength to push him away, so she could only forcefully turn sideways and try to roll out, expressing her unwillingness with her own body.

If she succeeds, it will be the only end of falling to the ground.

Hugging Yan Xiaye who had almost succeeded, Li Beicheng gritted his teeth and stared at her for a moment, then put the stubborn little woman back on the chair, took off his coat and put it on her shoulders, and said coldly: " I don't know how to flatter you, just wait here, and I'll go buy medicine for you."

Yan Xiaye subconsciously wrapped the coat that was still warm on his body, and raised his face for some unknown reason: "Are you still coming back?"

"Why, not happy?"

"Li Beicheng, it's too late for you to think about being nice to me now." Yan Xiaye shook his head lightly, his tone was as thin as catkins in the wind, with an indescribably desolate air: "I won't Start over with you, never, so..."

Li Beicheng snorted coldly when he heard the words, raised his eyebrows and didn't take Yan Xiaye's words seriously, turned around and left with his hands in his trouser pockets, and left an unkind and domineering sentence: "You just don't believe me, okay What I have is time to spend with you slowly, as long as you behave well, don't make me angry."

Yan Xiaye gave him a blank stare without words. She was struggling to stand up in her current situation, and she couldn't drive him away by herself, so she simply let him go.

Ten minutes later, Li Beicheng went back and forth from the old house without anyone noticing, and came back with a heavy-looking box.

Yan Xiaye was staring at the burning red spot of sandalwood in the darkness in a daze, when he heard him barge in carelessly, he suddenly felt his head hurt even more.

Throwing the box in his hand on the seat next to Yan Xiaye, Li Beicheng looked around, and disappeared again in a hurry. Judging from the direction of the footsteps, he probably went to the second floor to get something.

Looking down at the box with unknown contents beside her, Yan Xiaye didn't want to accept Li Beicheng's overtures, but she was thirsty and hungry right now, and hunger could be tolerated, but thirst was unbearable.

Although there are all kinds of mineral water for entertaining guests more than ten meters away, in the current situation, it is quite difficult for her to walk out of those ten meters. It can be said that distant water cannot save a nearby fire.

There was no other way, she quietly turned her head to look outside the quiet door, opened the box with her hands, took out a bottle of mineral water from it and drank it with her head up.

The cool drops of water moistened her burning throat, and she even regained her sanity a little bit, and her disgust for Li Beicheng resurfaced in her heart.

Taking advantage of this little bit of recovered physical strength, she got up in a daze to pick out the same bottle of mineral water and put it back into the box, then closed the box lid and pretended nothing happened.

Not long after, Li Beicheng turned back with two thick quilts in his arms, coughing repeatedly from the musty smell on them.

Yan Xiaye remained motionless, and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, only to see that a pile of quilts were stacked high enough to block the man's sight, and from a distance he looked like some quilt monster that had grown legs and could move by itself. There's a quirky cuteness to it.

And this inexplicable cuteness dissipated with Li Beicheng's unhappy curses. He kicked away a few chairs that blocked his way at will, and he still bumped into something. He cursed in pain and threw the quilt angrily. Throwing it in the corner that he was optimistic about before, he turned his head and ordered Yan Xiaye: "Come here!"

The demeanor of this domineering ghost may be very popular in front of other women, but Xia Ye dislikes him the most, and immediately gave a very flat reaction - pretending not to hear.

Li Beicheng was very annoyed by her repeated ignorance. He kicked the quilt spread on the ground a few times with a look of disgust, managed to clean up a corner where he could rest, and personally went to arrest the non-violent non-cooperative Yan Xiaye. over here.

Falling down on the soft quilt, Yan Xiaye admitted that it was much more comfortable here than the hard chair, but it was impossible to ask her to thank her.

Fortunately, Li Beicheng didn't count on her, so he went back and took the big box he brought, and threw it beside Yan Xiaye with a bang, not caring at all about disturbing the peace of the deceased.

Yan Xiaye lay weakly on the quilt, very dissatisfied with Li Beicheng's actions, "Hey, this is a mourning hall, shouldn't you be more polite?"

"You mean I shouldn't come, and you just fell ill here?"

Li Beicheng satirized Yan Xiaye's remarks indifferently, and knelt beside her on one knee, took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, rummaged through the things in the box, and sneered without raising his head: "Aren't you still looking forward to it?" Ask the little uncle to come to see you? Impossible, the one lying there is his own mother, even if the broken rules handed down by Jiang Hai are outdated, he still won’t violate filial piety for you.”

"That's because Li Yuntang has his principles, unlike you who are not stingy."

Yan Xiaye couldn't hear Li Beicheng's bad words about him, so he fought back without even thinking: "Since I agreed to this matter, I will be responsible for whatever goes wrong. I didn't expect anyone to come and help me."

"Whatever you say, take the medicine first."

Perhaps it was because the night was quiet, Li Beicheng didn't get angry, he just stuffed a few pills into Yan Xiaye's hand, raised his eyebrows and looked at the instruction manual in his hand seriously: "I don't know what kind of cold you have, anyway, take all of them." Come on, take a nap and check the situation, if you are still not well tomorrow morning, I can only send you to the hospital for a hanging bottle."

"I don't sleep."

Knowing that most of the antipyretics contain sleeping pills, Yan Xiaye was tired and sleepy and insisted on refusing: "I have to take care of the old lady's sandalwood..."

"There's so much nonsense, should I look at the head office?"

Li Beicheng unscrewed the mineral water, forced Yan Xia Yeban to sit up, pulled away her hand, took out the pill from the palm, stuffed it into her mouth without any discussion, and brought the mineral water to her lips: "Eat Sleeping with medicine, think about it, grandma is not related to me by blood, but she is a little closer than you, if she knows that I am the one who refills her incense, she will be happy before it is too late, and she will definitely not blame you. "

What kind of fallacies are these...

Yan Xiaye couldn't resist Li Beicheng's intentions, and the pills in her mouth began to melt, so she had no choice but to take a big sip of water, and then another sip.

After finally swallowing the bitter taste on the tip of her tongue, she lay down again covered in cold sweat, and had no choice but to hand over the important task to the unreliable Li Beicheng: "That's all right, I'll sleep for a while, you Just hold on for an hour, and wake me up in an hour."

Even if Li Beicheng is a scumbag, but for the sake of the old lady's kindness to him, he can still hold on for an hour, right?
"Well, go to sleep."

Li Beicheng responded indifferently, picked up his coat and put it on Yan Xiaye's body, and put a layer of quilt on it to slightly isolate the moldy smell from the quilt.

This carefulness made Yan Xia Ye's eyebrows twitch, and he always felt that Li Beicheng was abnormally terrifying, and there must be demons in abnormal things.

But no matter what, in front of the old woman's body, no matter how beastly he was, he couldn't do anything unsightly.

In view of this, Yan Xiaye rarely relaxed his vigilance around Li Beicheng, let the drowsiness hit him like a tide, and fell asleep in a deep sleep in almost three or four minutes.

"Yan Xiaye?"

Staring down at her fair and flushed cheeks, Li Beicheng tentatively called her name.

Yan Xiaye didn't notice it, her small nose fluttered slightly, obviously sleeping soundly.

So Li Beicheng felt relieved, found a pack of cigarettes from the box, opened it, took one to his lips, and turned his head to look at Yan Xiaye just before lighting it up.

He himself didn't know what kind of emotion this look was. In short, he held the lighter and pondered for a moment, and finally clicked his tongue angrily, pulled out the cigarette, crushed it in the palm of his hand, and casually threw it aside.

Since smoking is not acceptable, you can only get through this time by swiping your phone.

Laughing secretly at himself for actually planning to listen to Yan Xia Ye's order to stay vigil here, Li Beicheng scrolled through Weibo in a complicated mood, then opened WeChat in boredom, and randomly picked a few beautiful night creatures to send messages.

Not long after, cute or enthusiastic replies came one after another, his phone vibrated again and again, and it became lively in an instant.

Picking out a few beauties who still had an impression, Li Beicheng yawned and looked coldly at Yan Xiaye in his sleep, unconsciously looking for a heat source, curled up and leaned against him.

This kind of behavior of treating him as a stove is completely different from the beauties who are so courteous on WeChat, but for some reason, Li Beicheng suddenly lost the desire to flirt with those beauties. Yan Xiaye lay down beside her.

Looking up, the ceiling was so dark that it made people feel oppressed.

In this special room, only moonlight shines in through the gaps in the curtains, and a small light can only illuminate a distance of about half a meter near the coffin.

Unable to imagine how Yan Xiaye stayed here alone for more than an hour, Li Beicheng stretched out his arms to hug the slightly shivering little woman beside him, realizing that she had a severe fever and her whole body was scalding hot.

This... is probably the reason why she is not afraid?