Not far behind her, Li Beicheng, who walked out of the luxury car, stopped and found that she had lost a lot of weight at first sight.

Perhaps five years were too long, and he suddenly felt that this distance was as far as the world was, and the strangeness between the two was indescribable.

Unconsciously, Li Beicheng frowned and stretched out his hand, trying to hold her slender shoulders close to her.

No matter what happened five years ago, as long as she was still under the name of his wife, he could not tolerate her ignorance of him.

The next second, the woman in front of her turned around and deliberately avoided his touch.

His slender eyelashes trembled, Yan Xiaye raised his eyes stiffly, forcing himself to reflect the figure of the man into his eyes.

Four eyes are opposite.

At such a close distance, the pain that was suppressed in her eyes could not be concealed.

Li Beicheng's heart sank like a devil. He withdrew his hand and looked at Bugatti on the side of the road, and ordered with a blank expression: "Get on the car."

Yan Xia Ye didn't move, and his voice scattered in the wind: "Li Beicheng, let's get divorced."

The sharp black eyes suddenly narrowed, Li Beicheng wrote her wrist in anger and hugged it hard in his palm: "Yan Xiaye, do you know that Shui Rou almost died at the operating table five years ago

If God hadn't been blessed with the donor's heart in time, she would have died because of you!"

In comparison, she has only been in prison for five years, so what can I feel wronged?

Yan Xiaye's eyes turned red and he curled up the corners of his lips: "Yes, fortunately God is favored by him, otherwise you will force me to pay her life, right?"

She tried hard to prevent her voice from shaking, and at the same time she pulled her wrist back hard, trying to break free from the man's restraint.

Over the past five years, she has thought more than once about how to take revenge after being released from prison.

However, when her mind calmed down, her longing for her children had an overwhelming advantage, so she was reluctant to spend any more time with Li Beicheng.

Li Beicheng felt even more unhappy, but the movements that shackled her remained motionless: "You know what the situation of the Li family is, and grandma is in poor health. I won't divorce you."

"Grandma..." After hearing the grandmother who was most concerned about him in the past, Yan Xiaye finally took a step forward.

It was Li Beicheng who was sorry for her, it was not the Li family who was sorry for her.

Even if she wants to divorce, she should go back and explain the matter clearly, so that her grandmother will not be worried about her when she is nearly 80 years old.

The car starts.

Yan Xiaye sat straight in the passenger seat and saw the exquisite photo frames placed in front of him at a glance.

It was a photo of a little girl, about three or four years old, smiling sweetly at the camera, her eyebrows and eyes were almost the same as Yan Shuirou.

She was stunned at first, and then thought of Yan Shuirou's successful heart-changing surgery. How could she guess that this girl was the crystallization of love between her husband and her sister?

If it were five years ago, this photo would have made her heartbroken.

His eyes frowned upon her, and his brows were inadvertently, and the threat he had already prepared suddenly became a little unspeakable.

Realizing that Li Beicheng's gaze was on him for a long time, Yan Xiaye opened his eyes indifferently: "Congratulations on getting what he wanted."

The already cold atmosphere in the car was almost frozen with this meaningful blessing.

Li Beicheng's hand holding the steering wheel tightened, and somehow he couldn't reply immediately.

He didn't like her talking to him like this cold and thorny.

But she no longer cared whether he liked it or not.

Li Beicheng took a deep breath and did not think about the gloom in his heart: "Ya'er can't be a shameless illegitimate daughter, and grandma will not allow Shui Rou to be the young lady of the Li family, so I'm looking for someone to give birth to it, pregnant

At that time, I announced that I used your **.”

Yan Xiaye's face turned blank. It took a long time to understand what the man meant: "Li Beicheng, you really do everything for Yan Shuirou. Can you even do such a thing?"

Five years ago Yan Shuirou tried to occupy her unborn child, but five years later she became the nominal mommy of the other party’s daughter?

Is there anything more ironic and funny in the world than this?

As she thought about it, she laughed hoarsely and indifferently: "Li Beicheng, I will never admit in front of my grandma that your daughter has nothing to do with me."

Li Beicheng looked cold and his handsome face covered with ice: "Yan Xiaye, don't you know yet. Your father owed nearly ten million in usury loans in recent years, and he has always relied on me to repay the interest."

Her face quickly paled: "You threatened me..."

"If you don't want your parents to be taken apart and sold organs, you should understand that I'm not discussing with you."

Facing the woman he doesn't love, Li Beicheng took out the ruthless method in the shopping mall and curled his lips: "As long as grandma is still alive for one day, you can only be the only young lady in the Li family, Ya'er's

Mommy, my wife of Li Beicheng!”

While speaking, Lijia Manor came into view.

Before the car could drive to the main house, Yan Xiaye clenched his fists and spoke tremblingly: "That is Yan Shuirou's parents, why are you willing to let her be sad?"

"I really don't want Shui Rou to be sad." Li Beicheng stepped on the brakes and looked back at her with a smile, word by word like a devil whispering: "So your parents' lives are only in your hands, I won't tell Shui

Sweet anything.”

Yes.

He loves to speak Shui Rou so much that he will naturally consider everything for the woman he likes.

Yan Xiaye was so angry that she shivered all over and stared at the handsome man beside her with hatred.

"You bastard!" She gritted her teeth and forced out broken words: "Just because I loved you, I deserve to be tortured by you and Yan Shuirou? The dead child between us for five years in prison...

You can't let you pity me. Get out of love with your Yan Shuirou. Don't appear in front of me again in this life!"

He and her dead children...

The few words were shrill and hoarse, which made Li Beicheng stunned for a moment, and a shame flashed on his face.

"Young master, young lady, old lady have been waiting for the two for a long time."

The butler opened the car door, and Yan Xiaye hurriedly wiped away the tears in the corners of his eyes, and walked out of the car without looking back.

...

In the garden, two children were chasing and playing games.

Everything looks so beautiful under the sun, and Yan Xia’s heart is filled with thoughts.

Her eyes subconsciously followed the boy in the carved and jade-like way. If her son grew up safely, he would probably be about the same age.

Mrs. Li rushed from the room after hearing the news. Now she sent someone to hold the little girl like a princess and pointed lovingly at Yan Xiaye a few meters away: "Ya'er, don't you want mommy the most? Why don't you hurry up?

Go and get close to Mommy.”

Yan still heard the threat of Li Beicheng. Yan Xiaye took a deep breath and tried his best to squeeze out a smile.

Yaer's big watery eyes looked Yan Xiaye up and down. When she saw her rustic clothes, she flattened her mouth, so she simply took the words of her great-grandmother in her ears, and she stuck out her tongue and turned into the villa.
Chapter completed!