Yan Shao's Fatal Affection

tombstone.

tombstone.

tombstone!

Yan Xiyu silently repeated it three times in his heart

The two words weighed heavily, and they suddenly hit the heart that had been quiet for a whole year.

Li Tianhe still completed the words, "I saw the video and photos sent back, and it is indeed engraved with Guan Qianyu's name."

Yan Xiyu didn't respond until the phone was hung up.

He continued to stand where he was for about half an hour.

There were no words that could accurately describe his mood. After a while, he unconsciously dialed Bai Yuxing's number.

"Guan Qianyu finally died, can you believe it?" There was no reason for such a sentence.

Bai Yuxing frowned when he heard such a sudden sentence, but didn't respond.

But as a brother, he could feel the blankness in Yan Xiyu's mind even through the phone.

Blank to some kind of excitement.Because he continued to say: "How can such a vile woman like her die so early? If she said she would die, she would be free?"

Bai Yuxing understood him, and finally said in a low voice, "Shall I go and have a drink with you?"

The man snorted coldly, "Celebrating?" Then he smiled and gritted his teeth, "Okay."

Bai Yuxing: "..."

Throwing away the phone, when Yan Xiyu turned around, his body wobbled and bumped into the table next to him, he reached out to help him, and managed to stabilize himself.

The phone in his hand slid out, and he was as indifferent as if he hadn't seen it.

Then the corners of his mouth twitched in self-deprecating, obviously it was news that should be celebrated, what good news?
But why can't he be so damn happy!

Why is she able to touch his nerves?Forcing him to marry while he was alive would make him angry.

Now that he's dead, don't let him go!

died.

The two words clearly reached the nerve endings again, and Yan Xiyu looked at the bedroom where she lived in a daze.

Then suddenly strode out.

The wine glass on the table was swept off by him without a glance, and he didn't even notice that he kicked the mobile phone that he just couldn't stand and fell to the floor.

Back to the master bedroom.

Yan Xiyu was looking for the coat she wore yesterday.

For the past year, he has carried with him the handwritten letter left by Guan Qianyu, a thin piece of paper, for a whole year.

But when he came back last night, he forgot where he put it.

That was the only special personal item left in the Yan mansion when she disappeared.

For a moment, he told himself, why did he have to bring it?Why can't it be thrown?

Ah!How can I throw it?

She is the only woman in the whole world who can torture him for a year and make him loathe him so much that he can't advance or retreat.

Of course, he must keep her only relic!
So tell Qiao Ai that she won, and the wicked woman who broke them up is dead!

Yes, just for this reason.

The man's mind was disturbed, and the rummage in his hand was still not working.

The suit was hung neatly in the cloakroom, and it looked like it had been ironed by Pu Min yesterday after dry cleaning.

But he still took it down and shook it, reaching out to find something in his pocket.

did not find.

I went to look for the trouser pocket of my trousers again.

Still not!

"Park Min!"

The man's magnetic voice penetrated downstairs from the bedroom, and Pu Min put down his work as soon as he heard it, and ran upstairs in a hurry.

"gentlemen?"

Yan Xiyu pointed at the clothes, "Where's the stuff in my pocket?"

He came back too late yesterday, exhausted from traveling and traveling, his mind was tired, and he forgot to take out the things in his pockets and put them away as usual.

Pu Min frowned, "What?"

The man's face became slightly gloomy, "Don't tell me you threw away the letterhead in your pocket?"

Pu Min has served him for so many years, and in this year, he has a deep understanding of the uncertainty.

But it's the first time I've seen him in such a state of urgency, anger, and even bewilderment.

Seeing him shaking that expensive suit and almost throwing it on her forehead, he whispered with a gloomy face, "Where's the stuff?"

It's true that Pu Min was flustered, but he could only frowned, "I... I really didn't see it, sir..."

As soon as the words fell, the man threw away his clothes, and strode past Pu Min with big strides, a gust of cold wind swirled through his stride.

She quickly followed.

Watching my husband pull open the dry cleaning machine almost violently, looking for things without saying a word.

Pu Min summoned up his courage to ask, "What kind of contract is it?"

As for the contract, the paper is not small, so she should have noticed it.

"Boom!" The man closed the machine.

When he turned around, Pu Min found that his face was tense and his lips were pursed like a blade.

And those dark black eyes, bloodshot from lack of sleep, looked terrible

"Find it for me, if you can't find it, get out." He dropped the order expressionlessly.

Pu Min had nothing to do, she could only secretly call Qingyang.

"Sir, what did you want me to find in my pocket? Does Special Assistant Qing know what it is? I really didn't see it when I was doing laundry."

Qingyang held the phone.

Ever since he was fed sleeping pills by Pu Min and let his wife go, Qingyang held his grudge, and snorted softly, "What punishment will I give you?"

At the beginning, because he didn't watch over his wife, he ate steamed buns for a whole week, so he didn't talk about corporal punishment.

Pu Min said angrily, "Mr. is going crazy with anxiety, what are you trying to do?"

Just as he was talking, Qingyang had entered the gate of the villa by pressing the password.

Lightly glanced at Pu Min on the hot pot, then went upstairs to the study to find Yan Xiyu.

Yan Xiyu is not in the study, but in the bedroom.

Qingyang entered the bedroom, heard the movement of the dressing room, and after walking over, his footsteps froze there.

Because I saw that the locker room was as messy as a pig's nest at the moment.

"Sir?" Qingyang called out.

The man was propping up the wardrobe with one hand, and when he heard the sound, he put his hand on his forehead and stood with his back facing him, looking the same as usual.

Qingyang walked over directly, "The letter left by my wife is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Xiyu turned his head and snatched the things in Qingyang.

"It should have fallen out when you lay down in the car last night."

"Get out." The man suddenly ordered in a low voice, as if he didn't want anyone to see his current state.

Qingyang didn't ask a word, turned and left the bedroom.

"Come back!" The man with his back turned changed his words again.

Qingyang turned around and saw that the husband's eyes were bloodshot just now, and the broken hair on his forehead was messy.

Among the preciousness, the embarrassment that cannot be erased.

Then he heard his slightly strained voice, "Buy a ticket to Switzerland, immediately."

Qingyang frowned, but didn't dare to ask more, just nodded, "Okay."

Exit the bedroom and go downstairs.

Bai Yuxing was downstairs, looking up at Qingyang, "How is your master?"

"Sir asked me to book a flight to Switzerland, right now."

Bai Yuxing raised his eyebrows slightly, as expected.

"Do you... want to go up and see the image of Mr.?" Qing Yang hesitated slightly.

Bai Yuxing waved his hand, "He needs space to digest, I know how bad it is even if I don't look at it."