The girl was silent after hearing this and repeated Li Beicheng's name in her mind. When she looked at Yan Xiaye again, her expression became obviously surprised.

Everyone has seen the top trending searches on Weibo these days. There are endless speculations about Mrs. Li. Although she is just a poor student who works hard and does not have much time to watch, she is also excited by word of mouth among her classmates.

I remembered the actor's first and last name.

So... it was agreed that Mrs. Li was from a humble background, failed in life, and was rejected by the young master of the Li family in various ways?

The whole flower shop was showing off to me, it was just like the domineering president fell in love with me, and it was the young master of the Li family who took the initiative in every possible way, right?

With the light of gossip in her eyes, the girl picked up a card mixed in the bouquet and handed it over. She whispered enviously: "The gentleman who ordered the flowers didn't leave his specific name, but he drove there in a black Mercedes-Benz.

We didn’t see the face, but it’s probably the legendary Young Master Li himself!”

Yan Xiaye couldn't figure out what Li Beicheng was up to, so he opened the card and took a look at it calmly.

On the snow-white note, the lines of handwriting were neat and uniform, which was very different from Li Beicheng's unruly temperament.

"Madam, the young master has specially made time for you tonight. He will leave after about eight o'clock. Please wait in the studio."

Sure enough, it was Li Beicheng's special assistant who arranged the flower delivery. As for Li Beicheng's role in it, it was just a casual instruction at best.

Precisely because she had been sincere to Li Beicheng, until now, that man might still think that she was treating him as before, and that she could come and go as soon as he called her.

It's really your own fault and you can't live.

Yan Xiaye casually stuffed the card back into the bouquet, and casually took out a dewy lily from it, with a cool curve on his crimson lips: "I'll give the others to you, tell him I accepted it.

"

After saying that, she stepped on the colorful flowers on the ground, passed by Yin Baiyan who was struggling to speak, and went back to the studio.

Yin Baiyan turned around and followed, staring at Yan Xiaye's slender and thin figure with slightly worried eyes. After enduring it again and again, he couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Xiaye, you can choose not to accept it, why bother yourself for others?"

After being together for so long, he certainly knew how gentle Yan Xiaye was, but he was also worried that this gentleness would hurt her unknowingly.

Yan Xiaye paused in his steps and stood with his back to Yin Baiyan.

She pinched the green flower stem tightly with her fingertips. Her long eyelashes trembled, hiding the hesitation and hatred in her eyes. Her voice was as soft as a whisper: "Teacher, I have thought about it for a long time, but I am still unwilling to accept it."

Since moving out of the Li family, she has thought about saying goodbye to Li Beicheng more than once, and from now on, the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road.

However, the harm inflicted on her by that pair of scumbag men and bitches is still firmly engraved in her bones and blood, and all the nightmares she has experienced were caused by those two people.

How much of a holy mother must she have to sit back and watch Yan Shuirou marry into the Li family and have her dreams come true?

"...I'm afraid Li Beicheng will hurt you." Yin Baiyan felt heavy. Looking at Yan Xiaye who was so eager for revenge, he couldn't help but have the urge to step forward, hold that figure in his arms, and take good care of her.

After thinking about it, he forcefully controlled this impulse, but he couldn't say anything to comfort him.

He had never experienced the pain that Yan Xiaye endured, so he rashly offered words of comfort, but it only opened up the wounds in Yan Xiaye's heart that had not yet healed.

Yan Xiaye smiled when he heard this and looked out the window at the endless night.

At this moment, she was unexpectedly calm, and her heart felt dead and empty. "From the moment I stopped loving him, he forever lost the qualification to hurt me."

…

At nine o'clock that night, Li Beicheng came as promised.

Yan Xia used half-coaxing and half-deception to persuade Yin Baiyan to leave, and stayed alone in the studio to receive the uninvited guest.

"Why don't you see the earrings that my uncle is wearing?"

After glancing along the exhibition cabinet a few times, Li Beicheng frowned handsomely, and his handsome face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Whenever he finally convinces himself that with his uncle's wealth and power, it is impossible for him to have anything to do with Yan Xiaye, things tend to develop in the direction he least likes to see.

Everyone in Jianghai City knew that his uncle rarely wore any decorations, but he made an exception for Yan Xiaye.

Yan Xiaye sipped the cup of black tea quietly while holding a pencil in his right hand and quickly sketched out a sketch. He replied without raising his head: "That's one of a kind. Of course there won't be another one."

She said it so easily that it was like thunder in Li Beicheng's ears.

Holding back the anger rising in his heart, he didn't want to embarrass Yan Xiaye as soon as they met. He wanted to look at her fiercely without smiling, as if he wanted to see through her flesh and blood at a glance. He gritted his teeth and asked coldly: "You

My husband is here, can’t I even have a cup of tea?”

Yan Xiaye stopped writing, and this time he looked up in a dignified manner. The tall figure of the man was reflected in his black and white pupils, "If you want to drink it, pour it yourself. I don't love you and I'm not a bitch, so why do you have to do it?"

Can’t I serve you?”

That neither salty nor bland look made Li Beicheng feel angry. Even if he didn't have the aura of his uncle, he was always the center of attention wherever he went. When had he been ignored like this?

The most important thing is that when he heard the word "not love", he felt as cold as death. How could she say it so calmly and take it for granted?

He still remembers her kindness to him. When did she become the same as being a bitch?

Even though he knew that Yan Xiaye was deliberately going against him, Li Beicheng still felt severe pain deep in his heart.

He was so hurt that he temporarily forgot the purpose of his visit today. He stepped forward and swept away the debris on Yan Xiaye's table. He suddenly clamped her chin with a crashing sound, forcing her to only look at him.

, staring at her with scarlet eyes: "Yan Xiaye, do I allow you to stop loving me?"

Yan Xiaye was already familiar with Li Beicheng's rudeness.

At that moment, she looked over calmly, her eyes full of sarcasm, and asked word by word: "Have you ever cared about whether I love you or not? Or, at this point, you have to tell me that you love me too.

Affectionate and righteous?"

To be honest, Yan Xiaye felt that Li Beicheng's recent behavior was indeed very abnormal.

When she still loved him, he always regarded her as a pawn that he had to marry, and he wanted to push her as far away as possible.

Now that she is a chess piece with an independent mind, she is desperate to break free, and he is using all means to get her to look back, even telling lies like starting over, as if there is really something between them worth starting over.
Chapter completed!