Unexpectedly, Li Beicheng refused her because of a woman who had long become an abandoned woman and a laughing stock. Mia was stunned for a moment and forgot to say even polite words.

After being looked at by someone with such a warm and shocked look, Yan Xiaye looked down at her with a smile or not, "Miss, do you know me?"

"Uh..." Mia squeezed out a smile awkwardly, then looked at Li Beicheng with affectionate heart, and got up from the ground, saying goodbye sweetly: "Sir Li, no matter whether you miss me or not, I will

I've always thought about you."

After saying that, she pursed her lips charmingly and squeezed out of the crowd with a swaying look, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The woman who was in trouble finally left the stage. Li Beicheng vented his anger and cursed in disgrace.

But with such an episode, he couldn't help pulling Yan Xiaye's hand as lingeringly as before, so he had to try to defend himself as a man who was caught on the spot after being hooked up and got caught on the spot: "Why are you doing this?"

Looking at me, I really don’t know that woman. I probably have seen it somewhere, but I don’t have any impression of it.”

What he said was not revealed, which was very consistent with the demeanor of his eldest son of the Li family.

"Is that right?" Yan Xiaye continued to move forward with a lack of interest, too lazy to be with him to embarrass him.

"What I said is true, I don't want you to misunderstand me." Li Beicheng judged the situation and thought that Yan Xiaye should not help him walk anymore, so he could only force himself to catch up with her. He was tired after walking a few meters away.

Out of breath, he had to catch her clothes again: "Wait for me."

Yan Xiaye had enough of his strange stickyness. In view of the fact that he had finished his work early and left, he reluctantly slowed down, moved to the elevator door quickly, and pressed it on the control panel.

Around her, the tall and handsome man peeked at her face several times, as if he was very uneasy about her thoughts. He hesitated for a long time and whispered: "Let's go and see the wedding dress."

In just a few minutes, the jump on this topic was too big.

Yan Xiaye looked at him in silence, his eyes were no different from looking at a madman, "If you don't go, just go back to the old house."

"Yan Xiaye, I know you're angry, but the wedding dress was designed and styled by me personally. It was designed and produced by three foreign wedding dress masters. Even if you don't give me face, you will always give them face?" Li Beicheng

His handsome face turned dark, as if he was sincerely confused by Yan Xiaye's coldness, and he said lightly: "Or the help the Li family has given you is not enough? I can try my best to satisfy your parents' money.

”

As a woman, if you still have a glimmer of hope for the next marriage, you cannot expect the style of the wedding dress.

Yan Xiaye's clear black and white water eyes were full of complexity. If Li Beicheng could always tolerate her coldness, she would be sure that his actions were all acting skills, and then she would be able to leave him alone with peace of mind.

But Li Beicheng's behavior is just like a 20-year-old young man. Regardless of his tone, eyes, or every move, he tried his best to recreate the young man she once loved.

He felt a little upset for no reason, and Yan Xiaye had no choice but to speak: "It's nothing, I just think it's better to stay on the wedding day."

Although she was unwilling to admit that they had a wedding, now as long as they can fool Li Beicheng and let her say anything.

Moreover, the wedding dress has been kept by Li Beicheng in a wedding dress shop. Last time, it happened to be in Yin Mo's eyes. I don't know if she bought it and took it abroad.

"So that's what you think." Xinran accepted Yan Xiaye's reason, Li Beicheng smiled so easily, eager to try, and planned to hold her hand, and at the same time, he chuckled intentionally or unintentionally: "That's like you

As I wish, your wedding dress really took me a lot of thought. Even if your and my wedding cannot be made public for some reasons, I will make you the most beautiful bride in Jianghai."

Yan Xiaye doesn’t remember whether he had heard of similar promises and sweet words many years ago.

But that wedding dress really existed. Even today, she and Li Beicheng had no way out, but she still couldn't figure it out. He might never really want to marry her.

Why did you spend so much money and effort to customize a wedding dress for her in person?

After entering prison, she thought about this when she was idle. At that time, she thought that the wedding dress was actually customized for Yan Shuirou by Li Beicheng, but she just borrowed it to wear it. But she ridiculously made it.

The considerate existence mistakes love.

But in fact, this answer is not realistic. Even though she looks two points like Yan Shuirou, her height is three centimeters different.

For a handmade and haute couture wedding dress, these three centimeters are a fatal gap.

He glanced at the calm and elegant Li Beicheng, and her curiosity made her unable to help but ask, but reason told her that it would be better to shut up so that she would not involve any messy hidden information.

"What's wrong?" On the contrary, Li Beicheng saw that she had something to say, held her hand and looked at her eyes, and gently urged her: "It doesn't matter what I want to say, I won't laugh at you."

The elevator door opened at this moment, interrupting the two of them's subsequent conversation.

A large number of patients and family members surged out from inside, and there were also those rushing into it. The narrow space was as stuffy as canned sardines.

Yan Xiaye couldn't help but follow the crowd and into the small space in the elevator. Li Beicheng followed him into the elevator, blocking her with great height and long legs, lifting her arms and supporting her on the mirror behind her.

Isolate her a small safety area.

Yan Xiaye looked at him in surprise and found that Li Beicheng was really good, which made people unknowingly separate him from that bastard Li Beicheng.

This is not a good thing for her. Not long ago, she had no choice but to accept the life-saving grace of bastard Li Beicheng. The horror scene was vivid in my mind, and he was almost dead...

If she left him and left now, she might have done nothing wrong in theory, and always felt inappropriate.

"Yan Xiaye, what are you thinking?" This gentle behavior exhausted Li Beicheng's physical strength. He leaned against Yan Xiaye with his feet floating under his feet, his graceful chin was pillowing on her head, and the scene was warm.

It was tearful, "Tell me, I want to know all about you."

Yan Xiaye felt that he was already very kind without deliberately breaking the doctor's advice and making him stupid. There was no need to endure the chills and listen to his love words, so he said softly and concisely: "Shut up."

I don't know how the two simple words she said pleased Li Beicheng. The man pursed his lips and laughed softly. The vibration of his chest was clearly transmitted to her, making her roll her eyes unbearably, and prayed that the elevator would stop quickly.

Finally, the elevator jingled again and stopped steadily on the ground floor.

Yan Xiaye breathed a long sigh and couldn't wait to push Li Beicheng away from the road, stepping out in the desolate white cold light of the parking lot, searching among the many vehicles.

"Young man...Young master, Miss Yan, the car is here."

The driver had heard Chen Aili's orders early on. When he saw the two of them appear, he hurried out of the car to greet them: "Young Master, do you feel okay? Do you feel anything uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Li Beicheng looked at the strange driver a little freshly, then looked at Yan Xiaye who was walking towards the car, and asked curiously: "Do you know each other?"

Yan Xiaye stopped, looked back at the hesitant driver, and rescued him: "Well, he is my classmate's uncle."

"Such a coincidence?" Li Beicheng followed with great interest and made up his mind to stay away from Yan Xiaye.

The two of them sat in the back seat of Mercedes-Benz intimately. He took Yan Xiaye's little hand over to play with it. He casually looked at the furnishings in the car, and suddenly began a new round of curiosity: "Yan Xia" At night, is my car so high-end? Why don’t I remember..."

"Maybe I bought a new one." Yan Xiaye ignored her and tried to withdraw her hand. She suddenly looked out the car window and realized another very headache-inducing fact.

Now is the 21st century with rapid technological development, and Jianghai is one of the particularly developed cities in China. Even if the changes in a few years are not very different, they will definitely not be easily fooled.

Li Beicheng has been staying in the hospital ward these days, and all he can see is the garden downstairs, so he barely had no doubts.

But next...

After thinking about it for a while, Yan Xiaye took back his hand and leaned over to pull the curtain in front of the car window for Li Beicheng.

Fortunately, this car is high-end enough, taking into account the privacy of the car owner when using it. Otherwise, once Li Beicheng meets the outside world without any preparation, he may be shocked on the spot.

"What are you doing?" Following Yan Xiaye's actions blankly, Li Beicheng reached out and touched the soft cloth of the curtains, and tried to pull it open: "The sunshine outside is just right now, I'm staying in the hospital. It's getting moldy, can I enjoy the sunshine?"

"No." He still refused simply. Yan Xiaye couldn't think of a reason to do so, so he simply put on a willful and willful face and said coldly: "I don't want to see the sunshine now. If you even ask this question No one can satisfy me, and we don’t have much need to get married.”

This line was just a copy of a certain brainless idol drama, but it made her know like she was enlightened.

Yes, she was sitting next to her with twenty-year-old Li Beicheng, and he had no idea what direction the future happened!

In other words, she actually doesn't need to accompany him to perform bad dramas. It's better to find fault and break the engagement openly. Wouldn't she be able to directly fight him and never get along with him?
Chapter completed!