Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

"I'm a fucking bitch!"

His gaze seemed to be glued to Yan Xiaye's body, Li Beicheng muttered something to himself, and hugged Yan Xiaye even tighter with an expression of displeasure.

Under the effect of the medicine, Yan Xiaye didn't struggle, and his beautiful sleeping face was deeply tired and peaceful, far from the usual cold-eyed look.

Looking at it, Li Beicheng's heart moved slightly, his fingers trembled as if he had independent consciousness, and he wanted to trace her delicate facial features with his own hands.

Shocked by Yan Xia Ye's influence on him, Li Beicheng frowned even tighter. He had to look away and look at the bright and dark sandalwood beside the coffin. He silently recited the Tao Te Ching countless times, and finally stopped his distraction.

The wrong occasion was just one of the reasons, and the other reason was that he rarely had a quiet time with Yan Xiaye, and he didn't want any accidents to disturb this short time, not even himself.

On the side, Yan Xiaye, who was sleeping next to Li Beicheng, fell into another nightmare again.

This time, she not only dreamed of the old lady, but also Grandpa Li who had been dead for many years, and Shen Aili who was arrogant and wanted to punish her... In short, all the scenes were cruel.

Sweating profusely but unable to wake up due to high fever, Yan Xiaye uttered sad ravings in his sleep, his voice was hoarse like a frightened animal, "It's not my fault, it's not me..."

"Huh? What did you say?"

Li Beicheng got up to change a stick of sandalwood, and let the cold air relieve his shameful thoughts. When he came back, he happened to hear Yan Xiaye's confession.

Junyi raised his eyebrows, and he lay down next to Yan Xia Ye as usual, smelling a hint of her sweetness in the musty smell surrounding him.

This sweet smell seems to be unique to Yan Xiaye, on Yan Shuirou's body...

Wait, he almost forgot...

I heard that Yan Xiaye is not the Yan family's biological daughter, and she doesn't have a pure blood relationship with Yan Shuirou, and now she just flies on a branch and turns into a phoenix.

In terms of status and worth, Miss Qin is just right to be Li Beicheng's wife, but I don't know if she, who has transformed into Miss Qin, will take him seriously.

Just as Li Beicheng was in a daze, Yan Xiaye's timid voice sounded again.

Perhaps it was due to the high fever, her voice was hoarse, and her sleep conversations were unclear, but she could still vaguely hear the words Li Yuntang.

"Are you trying again?"

Li Beicheng endured and endured, but still couldn't help losing his temper. He stretched out his hand to pinch Yan Xiaye's soft cheek, pulled her hard, and threatened her in a gloomy voice, "It seems that I recently It's so good to you, so good that you forget whose wife you are!"

This bleak tone perfectly coincides with Yan Xia Ye's impression of Li Beicheng on a daily basis, causing her to raise her brows and whisper with a sad expression, "Let go... Li Beicheng."

I finally heard my name from the woman's mouth. Although the attributive in front was very unpleasant, but because Yan Xiaye was confused, Li Beicheng let her go a lot, and Shi Shiran let go He rubbed the soft flesh pinched between his fingers, and watched Yan Xiaye's steamed bun face regain its beauty and coolness again.

He didn't know what kind of mood was driving him, but he suddenly thought of a clip from a classic love movie, and leaned over to Yan Xiaye's ear tenderly, trying to pretend to be her heart: "Yan Xiaye, the person you like It's Li Beicheng, you just dare not admit it."

In his sleep, Yan Xiaye's response was quite indifferent, his breathing was clear and shallow, and it was not as cute as the heroine's reaction in the movie.

Li Beicheng clicked his tongue regretfully, his gaze fell on the cigarette case he had just casually thrown aside, and he wanted to smoke again.

Just as he half sat up and reached for the cigarette case, an inexplicable sense of fear suddenly gripped his heart, causing him to raise his eyes and look in a certain direction for the first time.

Outside the hall that served as the mourning hall, the moonlight reflected Li Yuntang's slender figure like water, but could not illuminate his pupils as deep as Shen Yuan.

He was still holding the food box of Jinhe Building in his hand, without looking at it, he knew that the food inside must be Yan Xiaye's favorite flavors, but it was a pity that these were meaningless.

Li Beicheng was caught off guard and looked at the ghostly little uncle, his expression became a little cold, and he hugged Yan Xiaye who was sleeping beside him like a demonstration.

He was certain that his little uncle would not disturb Yan Xiaye's sleep, so he acted extremely arrogantly.

Sure enough, Li Yuntang stared at Li Beicheng, who had committed suicide, with cold eyes for a while, and then focused on Yan Xiaye, who was sleeping peacefully, put down the food box and turned to leave.

This result was both within Li Beicheng's expectations and beyond his expectations.

No longer in the mood to hug Yan Xiaye to enjoy the peace, he lifted the quilt and sat up restlessly, took the cigarette case and went outside to smoke.

Due to the complicated relationship between his father and his little uncle, he didn't have many opportunities to get in touch with Li Yuntang in the past, but as a man from the Li family, he more or less knew that Li Yuntang was by no means a kind person, and that hidden under his elegant and affectionate appearance It may be a cruel character.

The moment he saw his little uncle coming uninvited, he secretly made two preparations, one was to confront the little uncle head-on, and the other was to bet that the little uncle would not want to wake up Yan Xiaye, and would look at Yan Xiaye Put him on a par.

In the end, this was the first time in his life that he successfully predicted his little uncle's actions, and it might be the last time.

After all, the reason why he was able to speculate about Li Yuntang's departure was all based on his suspicion that Li Yuntang actually cared about Yan Xiaye.

Therefore, when Li Yuntang's actions are really as he expected, it proves that the little uncle has really become his rival in love, and he is still the most difficult one.

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In the early morning of the next day, the sunlight unrelentingly penetrated the curtains and spilled into the room.

Yan Xiaye barely opened his heavy eyelids, sneezed due to the musty smell, and suddenly remembered where he was.

She didn't expect that she would sleep for so long, she suddenly remembered her original mission, jumped up from under the quilt, and looked towards the old lady's coffin in fear.

The curling smoke of sandalwood melts silently in the morning sun, with thick ash piled up beside it.

It can be seen that even if she forgets about this errand in a daze, someone still completes the task for her very well.

He frowned in disbelief. In Yan Xiaye's memory, Li Beicheng had never been so reliable.

After confirming that this job that should have belonged to her is not a serious problem, Yan Xiaye had the time to look behind her, but she couldn't find Li Beicheng's shadow.

"Li Beicheng?"

She wasn't sure what Li Beicheng was up to, and she was very suspicious that the other party would repay him with kindness, so she raised her voice and called the other party's name.

However, the surrounding area was still dead silent, it seemed that she was the only one left in the villa.

Without having to face Li Beicheng's extortion, Yan Xiaye immediately heaved a sigh of relief, lamenting his rare good luck.

Looking at the sandalwood, which had obviously just been replaced not long ago, she felt that Li Beicheng probably had to go one step ahead because he was afraid that the guests who came to express his condolences or others would find out.

After all, Jiang Hai's old rules that have been passed down for thousands of years are there. If someone with a heart sees it, even if Li Beicheng is the eldest son and grandson of the Li family, it is still embarrassing enough to label him as disrespectful to his elders.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaye raised his hand and rubbed his dry eyes. His body was full of exhaustion after the fever subsided, and he took the quilts a few times before moving them back upstairs, rolling them up and stuffing them into the closet.

After finishing all this, she went back to the hall to look around, picked up a few cigarette butts from the door, and the image of Li Beicheng leaning on the door and smoking a cigarette flashed in her mind.

"Damn it, I don't want to think about him!"

Shaking his head to get rid of the inexplicable sense of the picture, Yan Xiaye busily threw away the cigarette butts properly, and then helped up the chairs that Li Beicheng kicked over in anger last night, straightened up and wiped his sweat after finishing the work, Only then did I find a lonely food box on a certain chair.

Judging from the vermilion lacquer box and the relief on it, it is indeed her favorite Jinhe Tower.

Silently, he picked up the food box and hid it under the chair. Yan Xiaye didn't want to open it to see what was inside. He took it for granted that it was Li Beicheng's pre-prepared breakfast, and it was so obvious that he chose what she wanted.

It's a pity that she didn't feel flattered at all, on the contrary, she got goosebumps, feeling that Li Beicheng's gentle methods were so blunt as to be disgusting.

After Yan Xiaye finished the series of trivial matters and pretended that nothing had happened, not long after, Shen Aili walked in with the maid of the old house with arrogance.

She didn't even look at Yan Xiaye, who had been guarding the spirit on her behalf, and went straight to the incense burner with a clear goal, and even stretched out her index finger to feel the thickness of the incense ash.

Yan Xiaye looked at her fault-finding behavior in amazement, and satirized her unbearably: "Mrs. Shen, if I knew you were so worried about me, I might as well ask you to do it yourself."

"Heh, if my name is on the old lady's will list, even if you just write me a random letter, it will definitely not be your turn to come here to pretend to be a dutiful son."

Rolling her eyes angrily, Shen Aili failed to find any evidence of Yan Xiaye's dereliction of duty, and impatiently began to chase people away: "Okay, I have nothing to do with you today, what should you do, don't stay here in my eyes."

Yan Xiaye was extremely tired, too lazy to quarrel with Shen Aili in front of everyone, and said lightly: "The old lady's bones are not cold, you'd better speak with conscience, so you can do it yourself, Mrs. Shen."

"Yan Xiaye, what do you mean by that?"

Shen Aili was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her face turned livid, and she was so aggressive that she wanted to trouble Yan Xiaye.

As far as Xia Ye is really too lazy to talk to her, she turned around and left after leaving this word, and she was about to leave the villa at this moment.