Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

Refusing to comment on Li Beicheng's whimsical plan, Yan Xiaye winked at the bodyguard, pretended to want to go to the bathroom, and quietly left the place assigned to the visitor.

Hiding in the corner and dialing the hospital number, she first reported her identity, and then said with displeasure: "How does your hospital manage visitors? How can you allow patients to be interviewed without the consent of their families? Illness, who of you can take this responsibility?"

"Sorry, this is our negligence, please wait a moment..."

The nurse on the opposite side didn't know what was going on, but she looked up the records according to Yan Xiaye's intention, and quickly reported: "Miss, you probably misunderstood, for a non-violent patient like Yan Shuirou who has autonomy, we first evaluate her If there is no problem, the meeting will be allowed, and there is no need to notify her family."

"What do you mean by being autonomous?"

"Patients who can take care of themselves and have normal emotional expression, patients with mild depression and mania fall into this category."

"Then, which kind is Yan Shuirou?"

"The diagnosis at the time of admission was depression and bipolar disorder, but after our treatment for a period of time, all indicators have become normal. If there is no accident, in a month or two, we can reach the level of discharge observation."

After ending the call in a daze, Yan Xiaye found that she was getting more and more confused about what Li Beicheng wanted to do.

According to her understanding of Li Beicheng, the current Yan Shuirou has no use value, and to him is just a piece of garbage that he is eager to throw away.

However, his gentle attitude towards garbage was a bit beyond Yan Xiaye's expectations, and he was worried that he would have some other tricks.

Returning to his seat in the waiting room with a heavy heart, Yan Xiaye glanced at the number plate of the reporters - No. 56.

In order to prevent Yan Shuirou from saying something that shouldn't be said, she quietly hooked her fingers at the bodyguard, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The people Elder Qin assigned to her were all decathlon elites.

The latter quickly understood what she meant, got up and left the seat with the water glass in hand, and accidentally staggered when passing by the reporters, spilling all the juice in it on the camera.

"what--"

"You, what have you done!"

This move was tantamount to stabbing a hornet's nest. Several reporters scrambled to pick up the camera and wiped off the juice on it with paper towels, but they still failed to save its fragile life.

The bodyguard took a few steps back, hiding the number plate in his palm without any trace, "Sorry, I was careless... How about this, give me the invoice for this equipment, and I will compensate you according to the price."

"All the invoices are in the company. Do you know how expensive these things are?" The reporter leading the team shouted like crazy, jumping up and down, not even hearing the nurse's voice calling number 56.

"Sir, please calm down. No matter how expensive something is, there is a certain amount, and I will compensate you. If you shout like this, be careful not to scare my female partner."

The bodyguard politely expressed his regret, and at the same time put the empty cup back in front of Yan Xia Ye, with the number plate 56 on the bottom of the cup.

Slender fingers lifted the edge of the number plate, Yan Xiaye got up with a smile, and handed the number plate to the nurse: "Can I go in?"

"Okay, this way please."

……

In the simply decorated ward, Yan Shuirou was wearing a light pink hospital gown, and was slowly trimming the flowers in the vase, trying to make everything perfect.

After she waited for so long, someone in this world finally remembered her existence.

Of course, she would seize this opportunity to completely get rid of the life of a mental patient and return to Li Beicheng's side.

Humming a ditty in a soft voice, she waited and waited until someone knocked on her door.

"Please come in."

Yan Shuirou smiled slightly, trying her best to show her best state, looking forward to the slowly opened door with beautiful eyes.

As long as she behaved flawlessly in front of the reporters, everyone would naturally wonder why she stayed in the mental hospital. At that time, Li Beicheng would have no way to explain it, so he would definitely send someone to pick her up and leave.

"Miss Yan, this is a guest who came to visit you. You two have half an hour."

The first one to show up was the nurse, Yan Shuirou nodded reservedly, but when she saw the so-called visitor, her eyes widened, and she crushed the budding flower in her hand in an instant.

What about the reporter?How could it be Yan Xiaye who came!

How did she come here?Do you want to watch her have fun?Or are you going to do something worse to her?

All kinds of speculations flashed in her mind, and she looked at the beautiful and noble woman fiercely in her eyes, unwilling to admit the difference between the two at the moment no matter what.

No matter how comfortable the conditions in the hospital were, it was still a mental hospital, and there would be no dedicated staff to take care of her beauty and hair.

Xia Ye is different, not only won the favor of Li Erye, but also became the eldest lady of the Qin family, wanting any luxury is only a matter of one word, how can she be compared with the other party like this?

"Yan Shuirou, you haven't changed for so long, you're really emaciated." Shi Shiran sat down on the prepared chair, and Yan Xiaye imitated her past style, calmly sarcastic: "No wonder Li Beicheng is right I said, he doesn't even want to look at you, so it's true."

For Yan Shuirou, Li Beicheng has always been her deadliest Achilles' heel.

Yan Xiaye knew this very well many years ago, and now he can use it like a duck to water, easily changing Yan Shuirou's face.

"Yan Xiaye, did you come to see me on purpose?"

"I can't say that. After all, I've been very busy recently, and I don't have time to spend on you."

Yan Xiaye pursed her lips and smiled happily, her powdery face was in stark contrast to Yan Shuirou's pale and livid face.

Her usual gentle temperament does not mean that she is weak and bully.

As far as Shui Rou has already used up the last ray of goodwill in her heart, with those five years of dark prison life ahead, no matter how much she did, she only reciprocated one-tenth of the other party's return.

"Then what exactly are you here for?"

Yan Shuirou hated her so much that she picked up the teacup with trembling fingertips, tried her best to control the urge to splash the tea on the other person's face, and drank the scalding tea in one gulp.

If it wasn't for Yan Xiaye's interference, she would have already become the justifiable Mrs. Li, lived a romantic life with Li Beicheng, and the healthy and lively Ya'er, how could she have fallen to this point?

"Isn't it Li Beicheng?" The corners of his lips curled up with a smirk, and Yan Xia Ye sighed seriously: "He said he avenged me and begged me to go back and remarry him, so I took the time to come and see what he said It's true or false."