Yan Shao's Fatal Affection

Madam Yan stared at his expression.

Yan Xiyu is her own son, at least she can tell which of his words are true and which are false.

There was no expression on his face at the moment, only indifference.

I only heard Yan Xiyu continue: "Qiao Ai will continue to stay in Miniature Huyu, and must develop very well."

Mrs. Yan frowned, "You don't take me seriously, do you mean that? The promise you made to me back then is like farting?"

"It's her who wants to leave!" Yan Xiyu finally seemed to lose his patience, his voice was suddenly cold, and he said word by word.

Mrs. Yan was stunned for two seconds.

What's the meaning?Qianqian wants a divorce?
"Impossible!" She immediately vetoed, "You must have forced her, don't I understand Qianqian?"

"Understood?" Yan Xiyu pulled her thin lips coldly, "I also thought I knew her quite well."

"Look clearly." Yan Xiyu raised her injured hand, "This is the imprint she left on me by her willingness to divorce, do you understand enough?"

Mrs. Yan really didn't notice any injuries on his hands.

Just saw it now.

Qianqian also had injuries on her hands, could it be that the two really had such a serious fight?
"Don't worry about my affairs." After a while, Yan Xiyu said coldly.

Mrs. Yan stood aside, feeling very uncomfortable, and felt that their son's marriage failed so much, and their parents were also very responsible.

But no matter what, Mrs. Yan said very clearly: "I will never recognize Qiao Ai's identity. It doesn't matter if you live with her or bring her back to your place. If anything happens, I will never have anything to do with your father." Admit it, if you have the ability, sever ties with us!"

Saying such harsh words was nothing more than trying to keep him away from that woman.

Madam Yan also felt uncomfortable after speaking, and left his bedroom directly.

Yan Xiyu raised his hand and tore off his tie, his whole body was in a state of irritability, and he walked to the window.

He habitually raised his hand to open the window to smoke, but when he found the window was already open, his eyebrows frowned.

The clothes on his body were damp, but he still stood there smoking a whole cigarette, finally stubbed out the cigarette butt and walked to the bathroom.

Feeling irritable and with damp clothes, he planned to take a shower.

When the bathroom door was pushed open, Guan Qianyu behind the door held her breath and closed her eyes tightly.

She hid in the bedroom from the corridor, and had to go into the bathroom, but she still couldn't escape!

The only thing I can pray for is that Yan Xiyu doesn't look this way.

His bathroom is large, with wet and dry separation, if she doesn't look this way, she can slip out the door while he is in the bath.

However, Yan Xiyu didn't intend to take a bath at all, but just wanted to take a shower.

He had already begun to take off his clothes slowly and casually, working with one hand, and his movements were not restricted at all.

She opened her eyes during this period, and she could just see his strong and stylish body from the angle of the mirror.

Finally, when there was only a pair of underpants left on him, she was relieved because she had been tensing her body and holding her breath.

The door creaked.

She wanted to quickly reach out to hold the door, but it was just the opposite. She panicked and pushed the door further away.

"Click!" The bathroom door closed.

She behind the door was suddenly exposed.

Yan Xiyu obviously didn't expect her to appear here anyway, and stood there without any reaction, staring at her for at least ten seconds.

They just stood there with their eyes facing each other.

"I'm sorry..." Finally, she broke the silence in a low voice, bit the bullet and tried to pretend that she didn't see anything, and left directly.

Just after taking two small steps, the man behind him finally came back to his senses.

"Go back."

His voice was unusually depressed and cold.

Just when she was about to turn a deaf ear, he came over in two steps, passed her arm over her, and directly closed the door again.

"Boom!" She was so startled that she dared not move again.

The man was condescending, looking at her full of sarcasm, "Isn't it time to tell me you're disgusting? Gossip at Mrs. Yan, and you want to go back to the window with trash?"

Guan Qianyu knew he was mocking her.

"I didn't!" She frowned.

Yan Xiyu just pulled her thin lips coldly, "Regret? You are the one who wants to be a man in front of me, and you are the one who wants to be a ghost in front of Mrs. Yan?"

"I said I didn't do it." She also looked at him calmly, but it was superfluous, and there was nothing to explain.

He looked at her ridiculously, "So what are you doing here, huh? This is where you deserve to be here?"

This question was like a thorn, it was cruelly pierced into her heart.

Is she worthy?
The answer is obvious, she was forcing her to divorce with death, but she still came to her ex-husband's parents' house, and even stayed in his ex-husband's bedroom.

Seeing her pale face, Yan Xiyu turned a blind eye.

Continue to stare at her indifferently, "What's the matter? Chi Yu can't cover you anymore? You changed your mind in just a few days and climbed into my bed again?"

Guan Qianyu clenched her palms slightly.

He doesn't use a single dirty word when he speaks insults, but he always tortures people so much.

"That depends on whether I want to touch it or not." His low and cool voice, the more leisurely it is, the more subtle it is tormenting people.

The man suddenly pulled her over, but did not touch her, but pulled her arm through the clothes.

Staring straight at her, "If you want to get married, do it as soon as possible, don't be newly married and widowed, it's too unlucky."

Guan Qianyu frowned, what did he mean?
She thought of Chi Yu's intention of not letting her go back today, did something really happen to her?
"What did you do to Chi Yu?" She raised her face and stared at him.

Yan Xiyu looked at the tension on her face sarcastically, her originally calm mood seemed to be stirred up by storms.

"If it wasn't for your self-deprecation and soiling yourself, I'm afraid I'd really have some concerns and wouldn't let go of this." He snorted softly, "You really can never make the right choice."