This is the cruelest ridicule in Ya'er's ears.

Since her life, she has been the stars and has never lived such a dark life.

When she thought that the initiator of all this was Yan Xiaye, she quietly clenched her fists and pulled her feet towards her daddy's bedroom.

Yan Shuirou watched her daughter walk away in a drowning look, and followed her slowly.

...

In the bedroom, Li Beicheng threw Yan Xiaye heavily on the bed and leaned over and pressed him on.

"Yan Xiaye, what do you want?"

Facing the handsome man who was close to him, Yan Xiaye felt extremely tired. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling without any emotional ups and downs: "Let me go, Li Beicheng."

Since grandma has promised to give her freedom, she will leave with Yin Baiyan when she has witnessed her uncle's wedding with her own eyes.

Before this, she just wanted to pass the last time calmly.

Her indifferent attitude hurt his heart. Li Beicheng took a deep breath, met her cold eyes, and said without giving in: "I will not let go, what can you do to me?"

Yan Xiaye no longer resisted as vividly and fiercely as before, and there was not even a word of sarcasm.

But Liang Bo stared at him calmly for a while, and after confirming that he had made up his mind, he simply closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, expressing his indifference to him with practical actions.

The effect of the forbidden medicine is still flowing in her blood, making her mind slow, and it takes a lot of effort to understand what others say.

She didn't understand why Li Beicheng was still lingering with Yan Shuirou just now, and he became entangled with her again in a blink of an eye, but she didn't care, so she didn't want to work hard to figure it out.

Li Beicheng stared at Yan Xiaye's slightly trembling eyelashes at very close distance, and the soft and subtle curve seemed to scratch his heart.

He looked at it, feeling inexplicably itchy.

I didn't expect that one day he would be in heat at a few eyelashes because of such a simple little thing.

Just when he couldn't help but want to kiss the delicate and soft little thing, the door was knocked open, and what followed was Ya'er's crying and wiping tears: "Dad, you even

I don’t remember Ya’er’s birthday, I hate you so much!”

Frightened, Yan Xiaye quickly opened his eyes.

In the black and white pupils, the excessively cold vision was like a basin of cold water, which extinguished his beautiful thoughts in the beginning.

Li Beicheng cursed in his heart, and stood up impatiently, saying perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, it's all bad for daddy. Whatever gift you want, just ask the nanny and tell her that she will buy it for you."

”

As the eldest daughter of the Li family, what Yaer lacks is never a gift!

Therefore, Li Beicheng's words not only had no effect, but also had the opposite effect.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Ya'er rushed towards Yan Xiaye with a stern face without saying a word, her aggressive appearance was full of cruelty that was inconsistent with her age.

Since this bad woman is the culprit of her misfortune, she doesn’t care at all if she doesn’t have a mom!

On the bed, Yan Xiaye was caught off guard and looked up.

At this moment, Ya'er approached her with her right hand hiding, which perfectly coincided with the man with mouse eyes in her nightmare.

Yan Xiaye's hair was standing up. She clearly remembered that when the man walked towards her with a lewd smile, he also hid the belt in this position and threw it hard on her.

The deep pain awakened the memory. Under the stress response, she didn't know what Ya'er was hiding. She was just abused and was like a frightened bird, like a hedgehog who had survived a disaster, instinctively erecting spikes to everything around her.

Realizing that her hands were not tied, she subconsciously reached out and pulled Ya'er's arm, and her voice trembled in fear: "What are you holding in your hand?"

"Dadly!"

Ya'er looked panicked, and her little body struggled back hard, just not seeing what was hidden in her hand.

Yan Xiaye was paranoid and refused to let go. He stared at the things in Yaer's hands that might hurt her, and saw a flash of cold light flashing.

"Ya'er, show your right hand to Daddy." Seeing that Yan Xiaye's expression was unusual, Li Beicheng no longer wanted her to return to her previous walking corpse state, and quickly ordered Ya'er: "You are obedient, she won't do anything about it."

Hurt you."

Ya'er didn't expect that Li Beicheng would not stand on her side, and she flattened her mouth with grievance and tried her best to hide her little hand behind her.

The more she hid, the more frightened Yan Xiaye was. No matter what, she had to see what was hidden in her hand to be at ease.

In this way, as he pulled and pulled, Ya'er's angry expression suddenly frozen, and the little hand hidden behind him slowly stretched out.

Facts have proved that Yan Xiaye's vigilance was not wrong.

The short, fair and short fingers were tightly packed together, and Ya'er's palm was holding a silver fork in her blood. After a brief fright, she burst into a shocking scream.

Yan Xiaye suddenly let go, covered his mouth, hands and feet and crawled towards the inside of the big bed, trembling as if he was scared.

Blood and sharp tools, these two things were engraved in her mind in the cruelest way, making her unable to even beg for mercy.

Li Beicheng didn't expect that things would develop to this point. For a moment, he didn't care about Ya'er's purpose of hiding the fork. He grabbed the child's little hand and looked at it. He found that the pointed tip of the fork cut her finger, looking at it in a bloody and vague manner.

It's scary, but the wound is not deep.

Yan Shuirou, who was one step late, heard her daughter crying outside the door, and her heart suddenly tightened.

She originally wanted Ya'er to disturb the good things of Li Beicheng and Yan Xiaye, but when she saw Ya'er standing alone and crying with her own eyes, blood dripping from her white and tender little arms, Yan Shuirou immediately turned red

Eyes.

Run over and hugged the child tightly. She knelt in front of Yan Xiaye with both knees and roared without hesitation: "Yan Xiaye, it's all wrong for me just now, I'll kneel down for you! What do you have

The matter is for me. Are you worthy of being a person with such a heavy hand on Ya'er?"

Yan Xiaye shrank in the corner, looking at his fingertips with his eyes fixedly, and his soul seemed to have escaped from another time and space.

Yan Shuirou believed that she was pretending to be pitiful, hugged her daughter who was crying to the point of being exhausted, and forced her to kneel down for Yan Xiaye: "You can admit your mistake quickly, otherwise it would be her only, but in this Li family,

Your dad can't tolerate you!"

"Wuwuwu..." Ya'er was dizzy and could not withstand Yan Shuirou's various requests. When her calf was weak, she actually wanted to kneel down for Yan Xiaye.

"Yan Shuirou, why are you going crazy!"

At the critical moment, Li Beicheng made a quick decision to stop the farce.

He pulled Yan Shuirou, who was kneeling on the ground with one hand, and shouted in a cold voice: "Go out, this is not a place you can come!"

"Isn't it a place I can come?" Yan Shuirou shed tears pitifully, and the pain in her heart made her heart break. She looked at Li Beicheng and asked word by word: "You love me, why can't I come?"
Chapter completed!