He slammed Yan Shuirou into an end, and Yan Xiaye slammed the door with a smile in front of her and left.

The door closed, blocking Yan Shuirou's paranoid and crazy hatred gaze.

At noon, Yan Xiaye had just returned to the old house and found that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

The maid took the bag from her hand and nervously left a sentence: "Mrs. Young Master, Young Master is waiting for you in the room."

Yan Xiaye was stunned for a moment because he was unclear, then nodded lightly and walked upstairs according to Yan.

In the room, a slender man sat at the table with a gloomy expression, throwing his tie at the corner of the table, and the documents that were originally neatly arranged on the table were also knocked to the ground in anger.

When Yan Xiaye pushed the door open and entered, he happened to face Li Beicheng who was looking up. The two of them couldn't help but be stunned at the same time.

Once upon a time, Yan Xiaye of the past always liked to watch him silently, even if he never got a glance back from him.

She once thought that the rich young masters were like this, and they devoted all their thoughts to the business world and did not care about their children's love.

Thinking about it now, no wonder he refused to love her. Compared to a versatile person like Yan Shuirou, she has always been ridiculously stupid.

A few seconds later, Yan Xiaye took the lead in retracting his gaze, lowered his eyes and asked with a blank expression: "What's the matter with me?"

"You are my wife, can't you find you if you're fine?"

Li Beicheng frowned, pushed the table away, stood up suddenly, walked to Yan Xiaye with long legs, and carefully looked at the broken hem of her body, and anger rose between her eyebrows and eyes: "Yan Xiaye, you

Which wild man did you have sex with last night? I was so happy that I even forgot to go back to my home?"

"Li Beicheng, I don't think you are qualified to ask me this question." Thinking of the kiss marks on Yan Shuirou's neck, Yan Xiaye's heart was blocked, and the feelings in her eyes faded away. When she raised her eyes, she was left with endless indifference:

"And you arranged that Mr. Yan. How much did he and I do with him have to do? If you ask him, the same is true."

Yan Xiaye said something, but Li Beicheng didn't listen to a word.

What he cared most was...even though he asked in a humiliating tone, she did not refute it!

Realizing that he didn't like to hear other men's names in Yan Xiaye's mouth, a rift appeared in Li Beicheng's angry expression.

Relying on his advantage as a man, he forced Yan Xiaye to pick him up without saying a word, walked a few steps and fell heavily on the wedding bed that belonged to them.

The mattress suddenly rose and fell, Yan Xiaye groaned in pain when he was thrown, staring at the man with a cold smile with his eyes stubbornly, his eyes flashed past his handsome face with a clear outline, and his eyes were a little blurred.

From the first time she saw him at the age of seventeen, she truly felt her first heartbeat in her life. Until her grandfather asked her if she would be his wife, she still felt in a dream when she nodded ignorantly.

Unfortunately, Meng will wake up one day. After that low-key and gorgeous engagement ceremony, what he did made her feel cold and strange again and again.

When Yan Xiaye was staring with such sad but unharmed gaze, Li Beicheng gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his hand to cover her eyes.

It is natural that Yan Xiaye hates him.

The only thing that unexpected to him was that he was far less indifferent than he had imagined.

How come he and her have come to this point today...

"It's better to check it yourself instead of asking you." The eyes fell on the thin body of the woman beneath her. Li Beicheng's hand paused in the air for a moment, and he pulled open the collar of her chest with clear goals.

On the white porcelain skin as white as snow, there is no way to cover it.

Yan Xiaye curled up the corners of his lips quietly, and his eyes could still hurt people through his palms: "Are you satisfied?"

Li Beicheng stopped in vain and punched her hard on the bed on the side of her head. His eyes that had not been asleep for a night were covered in bloodshot: "Is this what Yan Er did?"

Yan Xiaye was puzzled first, then laughed softly: "Li Beicheng, if Yan Er hadn't personally admitted that his actions were all your commanders behind the scenes, I would have almost thought you loved me deeply.

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Even if she thought about it with her knees, she could guess what Li Beicheng was doing this for.

It was just because she was afraid that she would go to her grandma to clarify the facts and terminate the engagement, which would affect her inheritance from the Li family.

But at this point, did he really think that as long as he was shocked and angry, it would be enough to make her ignore the past, and even think that he had fallen in love with her long ago?

He stretched out his hand to put the broken fabric on his chest, Yan Xiaye was as calm as if nothing had happened: "Please let me go, I have something to do."

Her ignorance was like adding fuel to the fire!

The black eyes locked on her body became even colder. He raised his hand and stroked her delicate cheeks with a smile. He felt her trembling under him, and his slender fingers moved down with ease.

"Get out!" Yan Xiaye didn't expect that her slap in the eyes would have the opposite effect. He was angry and anxious for a moment: "Didn't you say that you were wrong before, and you won't touch a girl?"

"For other women, that's right."

Li Beicheng sneered coldly: "But you are my wife. Since you have been dirty by outsiders, it is normal for me to clean it."

What kind of fallacy is this?

Yan Xiaye was speechless. He knew that shouting for help would only be treated as a couple's interest, so he could only push him harder, hoping that it would make him lose interest.

In desperation, she completely forgot to wear a skirt. As she kicked and struggled, the hem of the skirt could not cover her white, tender and slender legs.

In addition, her hair was messy and her watery eyes were wet, which made the evil fire in the lower abdomen of Libei City burn more and more vigorously.

It's really strange. In the past, he and Yan Xiaye had also spent a lot of time together in bed, but why did he never find that she was so vivid and seductive?

"Don't touch me, I think you are disgusting!"

After finally breaking out one leg, Yan Xiaye kicked her without thinking about raising her legs.

Li Beicheng smiled hoarsely, his palm wrapped around her ankles, and his fingertips were gently rubbed meaningfully: "I think I'm disgusting? If I remember correctly, you slept on this bed all night a few years ago,

Looking forward to my time to come back and hug you?"

"You are so shameless..."

As if he was hit by lightning, Yan Xiaye closed his eyes in pain, unwilling to recall the innocent and stupid self in the past.

Seeing that Yan Xiaye finally lost the strength to struggle, Li Beicheng narrowed his black eyes slightly, not intending to miss this opportunity to brand her on his own.

What you can't get is always the best.

Perhaps when he completely possesses her, those complicated and unspeakable thoughts will not need to be mentioned again.
Chapter completed!