Being forced to end the disguise, Li Beicheng looked complicated and sat up to look at the elder who was not happy and angry: "Little uncle, how did you... know?"

He didn't speak for many days, his voice was dry and hoarse, but he showed signs of recovering from a serious illness.

Li Yuntang ignored his problem and looked at him condescendingly: "How did Yan Xiaye offend you? You have changed the way to torture her."

"I didn't..." Li Beicheng defended his weakness: "Little uncle, I just don't want her to leave me. If it weren't for this accident, it would be impossible for me and her to be able to recover."

"Pretending to death is your way to save her?" Li Yuntang frowned even more: "You can't see what she was tortured by you? Or do you only care about yourself from beginning to end, and don't care about her life or death?"

At the end, his voice unconsciously added three points of momentum, which made Li Beicheng even more unable to raise his head: "I know this is wrong, but she has never agreed to me to start over, so I have to make this decision."

Yan Xiaye never agreed... His words were a bit beyond Li Yuntang's expectations.

Before he knew it, the man looked a little slower, and before leaving, he said: "You should do it yourself, Libeicheng."

...

On the other hand, Yan Xiaye couldn't rest in the old house for long, so the Yan family hurried to come to the door.

"Xia Ye, what happened to you? Now Beicheng has been unable to wake up, and no one can pay for the interest. Ya'er comes to her house to eat and drink for free. Do you want our whole family to be unlucky?

!”

Yan Jianguo drove away the servants in anger and complained around the room: "There is no choice but to find the old lady to respond to the emergency."

"Dad, what did you do?" Yan Xiaye was having a splitting headache and was so angry that he had difficulty breathing on the spot: "Didn't the old lady just gave you a check last time? Did you use it up so quickly?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Yan Jianguo's face, and soon turned it into something natural: "What can I do if I don't have enough money? You are fine. Live in a villa and drive a sports car. How can you understand how sad we ordinary people are?"

"Oh, you father and daughter have something to say, don't quarrel." Yan's mother listened for a while, took a thermos pot and sat at the table, pouring out the chicken soup inside: "Your sister is at home to take care of you Ya'er, but she didn't have it today.

Come here together, don't be angry with her."

What a guy to help her take care of Ya'er...

Yan Xiaye's chest was up and down, and she tried hard to swallow the truth that almost blurted out. Leng Bingbing turned her head: "You go, the old lady is angry with me now, and she won't give you a penny. You borrowed money yourself, you want to

way."

"Are you still talking about human words?" Yan Jianguo was furious when he patted the table, and the glassware on the table was buzzing: "Where is a daughter like you in the world? It's not enough to embarrass our Yan family to go to prison. Come out.

After that, I got into such a big trouble. I have never been well-behaved and sensible. I would have known you would have been better off not coming out!"

In the face of interests, Yan Jianguo could not care about the father-daughter relationship, and was full of fear that usury would come to his house to break his hands.

Yan's mother was completely frightened, and her hands holding the chicken soup were unstable, and she smashed the soup and bowl on the carpet.

His father's irritable roar pierced his eardrums, and Yan Xiaye pressed his chest hard with his hands, his face pale and trembling.

Once upon a time, she thought that she would be numb if she hurt too much, but reality would only hurt her even deeper.

"I'm going to prison and I'm still lucky to ask your good daughter!" She gritted her teeth and stood up. She looked at her dearest relative with scarlet eyes, and her laughter was crazy and shrill: "You're right, I shouldn't have it.

Only when you come out of prison can your good daughter be a family with my husband!”

"Xia Ye...Xia Ye, what are you talking about?" Yan's mother opened her mouth in shock, unable to believe everything she heard: "Xia Ye, your father is indeed going crazy. It doesn't matter if you are angry that he is talking nonsense. This kind of thing

It's not easy to talk nonsense."

Yan Xiaye raised his head angrily, and his eyes fell on the newly grown white hair between Yan's mother's hair. After all, he lowered his head: "I'm tired, you guys go."

"Hmph, you stupid woman can't tell me? This is the good daughter you gave birth to. In order not to give us money, you don't know what kind of child Shui Rou is? You still take it seriously!"

Yeh came here without any benefit, Yan Jianguo left in anger.

But before leaving, he took advantage of Yan Xiaye's failure to pay attention and walked away from the dressing table with his sleeves, and then he suppressed his joy and left happily.

Yan's mother stomped her feet in a dilemma, and finally looked at Yan Xiaye with great distress: "Daughter, you drink the chicken soup later. Your father is so angry that I'm not worried that he will drive back alone."

Yan Xiaye nodded with strength to speak again and nodded heavily.

When her parents left, she slowly retracted herself into the quilt, buried her face on the pillow, and quietly wet her entire pillow.

It was not until the phone ringing beside her pillow that she hurriedly wiped her tears and tried her best to greet her in a low voice: "Who?"

Through the layers of radio waves, the man's magnetic voice was still low and charming: "Put down, I'll wait for you at the door of the old house."

As midnight approaches twelve o'clock, the summer breeze finally gets rid of the hot summer heat, adding a touch of refreshing coolness.

Yan Xiaye held up his cell phone and headed straight to the balcony. When he looked down, he saw the silver-gray Bugatti beside the flowers, and the handsome man standing against the car body with a handsome face.

As if he noticed Yan Xiaye's gaze, the man waved at her lazily with his cell phone. The sound came into her eardrums again through the radio waves: "The wind is a little cold, you can wear it thicker."

He barely raised a smile, Yan Xiaye returned to the bedroom, stopped when passing by the dressing mirror, surprised by the haggard and pale self in the mirror: "Little uncle, I..."

Although I guessed that my uncle came to take care of her, Li Beicheng has not yet woken up, and she really has no mood to go out for fun.

"Even if you ruin yourself, Li Beicheng will not wake up for this." Li Yuntang cut off her words lightly: "Come down, I'll give you ten minutes."

Ten minutes later, Yan Xiaye appeared in front of Li Yuntang with some breath.

She was wearing a pair of pure white lambskin boots and a thin ribbon-colored windbreaker on her feet. The originally just right haute couture dress looked a little looser, making her look even more weak.

Yan Xiaye is still beautiful, but in the eyes of those who really care about her, what they see is not only her beauty, but also the weakness and powerlessness hidden behind this beauty.
Chapter completed!