At 11 o'clock in the evening, the black convoy was parked silently in the night.

Yan Jiu and the bodyguards got out of the car together, bowed to open the car door for Li Yuntang, and handed over the exquisitely packaged cake in his hand, "Second Master, I wish you good night."

The handmade leather shoes steadily stepped on the road. Li Yuntang's slender figure looked particularly deep under the moonlight. He brushed the cold air on his body. Through the cold and wide road, he looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa. The crystal chandeliers were warm yellow lights.

It shakes gently, and a delicate and petite shadow appears.

The man gently curled up the corners of his thin lips, took the cake with ease, threw the bodyguards looking at each other, and walked towards the villa with long legs.

"Assistant Yan, the second master didn't call us, look at this..."

After being with Li Yuntang for so many years, this is the first time they have seen that man like a god also has such an almost gentle expression.

Yan Jiu thoughtfully added oil to Li Yuntang in his heart, turned around and drove away these idiots who didn't understand the color: "On the second master is in a good mood today, you can also go on holiday, just come on time before going to work tomorrow."

In the villa, Yan Xiaye sat by the window holding a cup of milk tea, flipping through a thick book she found from the study.

When Li Yuntang entered the door, she had not yet been able to get out of the magnificent world in the book. She just heard the sound and raised her head subconsciously. The eyes looked over with a little girl's childishness. The lights were crushed into her black and white water eyes.

It is like a starry sky.

The man's fingers that unbuttoned his button paused, his narrow eyes met with a little smile, and the sapphire earrings were shining.

In early autumn, a smoke-gray long windbreaker elegantly outlines his good figure with wide shoulders and long legs. The black leather gloves on the man's hand were half taken off, revealing the hideous and terrifying scar in the palm of his palm, which is more cold and noble than usual.

The three-piece handmade suit has a more approachable illusion.

At this time, the night was already deep and everything was silent.

Yan Xiaye was a little surprised. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the handsome and uninformed man really existed, or just her wishful illusion, until he called her name with a low magnetic force: "Xia Ye, I'm back."

As he finished speaking, Yan Xiaye's slender eyelashes trembled, and the thick book in his hand lost its support and smashed back to the table with a bang, breaking the dreamy feeling.

She stood up in panic, looked at the dark sky outside, and realized that she had unknowingly left this time.

I don’t know if it was her illusion, but the man’s gaze was deep and hot, which made her unconsciously lower her head and whisper in a low voice: “Brother, thank you for your hard work.”

Li Yuntang had a faint smile on his lips, took off his gloves and threw them aside, walked to Yan Xiaye with the cake, looking down at her beautiful and nervous little face from a high place, with gentleness between the lines: "Sorry, there are some things happening in the moment."

I have to deal with it, are you waiting hard?"

Even if an ordinary man says this, it will inevitably make people shook his heart.

What's more, the person who said this is Li Yuntang, who has a very famous reputation and domineering spirit swept across the rivers and seas.

Yan Xiaye suddenly raised his eyes, his heartbeat like a drum and couldn't move his eyes away.

I don’t know how long it took, but she suddenly heard her silly question: “Uncle, are you really going to marry Miss Yin Mo?”

The reason why she appeared here today was that she originally planned to find out about the uncle's words for Yun Duo. However, after thinking about it, she still couldn't think of any tactful and implicit way to ask questions.

However, until she really asked, her heart also raised her heart, and she was so nervous about the upcoming answer that she couldn't breathe.

She plucked up the courage to ask this sentence, whether it was for Yunduo or for herself... she couldn't answer accurately.

Hearing the unconscious inconspicuous nervousness in her words, Li Yuntang's deep eyes as deep as an abyss passed by a few thoughts.

As time passed by minute by minute, Yan Xiaye's fingers hanging beside him tightened quietly, laughing secretly that he was overestimating his ability.

Even for Yun Duo, she shouldn't have raised such questions that seem to have ulterior motives.

Realizing this, she quickly curled the corners of her lips as if nothing had happened, but she didn't know how reluctant she smiled, trying to change the topic: "What is the taste of cake..."

Li Yuntang's dark starry eyes locked her tightly and whispered meaningfully: "Xia Ye, if I really want to marry Yin Mo, will you go back to Libeicheng?"

A few hours ago, the beautiful and charming girl in front of him was still leaning intimately in the arms of another man, and that man is still her nominal husband.

When he saw that photo, he was indeed a little unhappy. He seemed to be looking at a diamond rough that had been polished and carved with his own hands and finally saw the results. Not only did he reduce his value without his permission, but he also

He was so bold that he ran to someone else's pocket without authorization.

However, at this moment, Li Yuntang realized that he not only underestimated the degree of displeasure, but also underestimated his cultivation.

Even though he knew that Yan Xiaye hated Li Beicheng to death, he was generally aware of the past between the two, so he should not use such a topic to stimulate her.

Sure enough, the light in Yan Xiaye's eyes instantly went out. She bit her lower lip tightly, staring at her toes, and there was an irresistible layer of mist in her eyes.

The moonlight tonight is so beautiful, and the love described in the book is too fascinating, which makes her forget her identity and ask questions that she shouldn't have asked.

She deserves it all for the consequences of causing self-indulgence.

Trying to blink the awkwardness in his eyes, Yan Xiaye slowly stepped back like a puppet and reached for the bag on the table.

With her head down, her face looked embarrassed and embarrassed, but her voice was light and lively, as if nothing had happened: "Good night, uncle."

She had already decided not to touch Li Yuntang anymore. Why was her heart still so heartbreaking and painful?

She could laugh at the ridicule and mockery that was thousands of times more serious than this. She could ignore it as much as she wanted online?

To this day, she is no longer the lonely and helpless Yan Xiaye when she was just released from prison, and she no longer needs to rely on Li Yuntang to absorb the courage to live. Why is his weight in her heart still more than her imagination?

Passing by Li Yuntang, she seemed to be trying to speed up her pace when she ran away, but suddenly a man's big palm appeared on her waist, which easily brought her back into her arms.

Yan Xiaye's sharp nose suddenly hit the man's hard chest with a clear texture, and physiological tears gushed out. She frowned pitifully in pain, and raised her eyes to meet Li Yuntang's helpless eyes. (Unfinished)
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