Yan Xiaye knew that he was looking at her, and his heart was ups and downs and refused to meet his eyes.

Li Yuntang chuckled softly, walked over and picked up the little guy who was still going to act coquettishly, and bent his lips lazily at Yan Xiaye: "Good night, have a good dream."

A man’s appearance is unique, and a rare smile makes him look even more handsome.

It was not until Li Yuntang carried the reluctant little guy out that Yan Xiaye took a deep breath and shook his mind, and finally pulled the uncle's seemingly meaningful "good night" out of his heart.

Back in the kitchen, he sorted out the dishes, Yan Xiaye was used to climbing the stairs and came to the bedrooms of her and Li Beicheng.

Standing at the door of the bedroom, she stopped and then she remembered the sad and melancholy proposal in the garden, and the pain spread a little.

At this moment, she immediately felt that she understood the intention of the uncle to tease her on purpose.

If Xiao Yunduo and Li Yuntang had not appeared in time, not to mention whether she could have successfully refused Li Beicheng's proposal again, the intertwined love and hate alone would be enough for her tossing and turning, unable to sleep all night.

At the moment, Xiao Yunduo was energetic and ran around the mall. The little uncle teased her physically and mentally and physically. She probably would have fallen asleep immediately after touching the pillow.

She secretly said thank you in her heart. She closed the door, her steps were much heavier than before, and turned around and walked towards the guest room.

...

The next morning, Yan Xia night simply cooked a meal and a dish.

When she brought the tray to the restaurant, she accidentally raised her eyes and saw Li Beicheng changing out of the dress last night and sitting in the main seat looking at her.

The restaurant was sunny, and the servants had already been shut out, leaving only them looking at each other.

Yan Xiaye's heart was beating in his mouth, and he repeatedly pursed his lips. The photo he was taken when he was saving her in Xiangshan. He unconsciously looked away and asked softly: "I made breakfast, you... want it

Do you eat it?"

Li Beicheng's pupils shrank slightly and he immediately agreed: "...Okay."

The two sat down through the long European dining table, drooping their eyes and stirring the rice grains on the bowl. For a moment, the sound of the spoon touching the porcelain bowl was quiet.

I don’t know how long it took, but the man’s slightly hoarse voice broke the tranquility: “Grandma and mom are back today, and now they are probably at the airport.”

Yan Xiaye was originally unaware of the taste, but when he heard this, he was shocked, and the spoon fell into the bowl and made a crisp sound.

Li Beicheng's mother - Shen Aili.

Because Li Beicheng's father was in poor health, Shen Aili followed her husband to cultivate in Europe for many years. Except for meeting her once when she got married to Li Beicheng, she had few opportunities to get along with this mother-in-law.

This has always been a blessing for her, for only one reason.

As Mr. Li agreed to this marriage, Shen Aili would be reluctant to marry Li Beicheng.

Seeing Yan Xiaye's side face, which was flushed with heat, suddenly faded away from blood, Li Beicheng couldn't help but speak softly: "I will deal with mom. You don't have to take care of anything she says, I have everything."

I have everything.

The simple four words made Yan Xia Ye’s nose feel sore, and he couldn’t help but recall the situation back then.

At that time, Shen Aili acted like a noble lady and tortured her with her temperament. Li Beicheng simply retreated and often did not show up for several days, and never cared about how Shen Aili treated her.

Thinking about it now, Li Beicheng was having a crush on Yan Shuirou back then, so of course he didn't care about her life or death.

He stopped his memories here, and Yan Xiaye did not allow himself to think about it anymore.

Finally, she smiled hard and said lightly: "Thank you."

Li Beicheng was so upset that he felt that this was a good start. He cooperated with his handsome smile and repeated his past answer with a paranoid answer: "You are my wife, don't be so polite to me."

After using breakfast, Yan Xiaye returned to the master bedroom with a lot of worries, carefully chose a scary expensive skirt, and patted it on his face patiently, and dressed up carefully.

The sound of cars in front of the old house sounded, and she smiled in her high heels and rushed down to greet her.

In the front hall, the old servants arranged on both sides and bowed to the jewel-like figure on the carpet, while the butler greeted him and took his coat: "Thank you all the way."

Yan Xiaye hid behind the crowd, looking at Chen Aili who was well-maintained, and didn't know how to talk to her for the moment.

Fortunately, Li Beicheng kept paying attention to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. When Yan Xiaye arrived, he separated the servants and brought her to his mother generously, holding her waist intimately: "Wife, grandma said that my mother is there. You brought a gift, why don’t you thank Mom quickly.”

Yan Xiaye was stiff in his arms, and the words of his wife made her feel at a loss.

After calming down, she took a breath. She smiled at Chen Aili with a restrained and polite smile: "Mom, don't buy me any gifts, thank you for thinking about me."

Chen Aili's eyes remained motionless, and glanced at her coldly, without saying a word about it.

On the contrary, the old lady smiled and complained kindly: "Look at your child, it's pretty good to know the general, but you're too polite, not like a family."

"Grandma is right. Mom is tired even though she travels for such a long distance. Why don't you and grandma go to rest first and wait for the family dinner to talk well before talking well." Li Beicheng saw that his mother's attitude was wrong, and half coaxed and persuaded Chen Aili to take away , leaving the old lady and Yan Xiaye to spend time alone.

"Good boy, Aili is actually not bad-minded. It's just this kind of temperament... Alas, it just happened that she celebrated her birthday the day after tomorrow. You and Beicheng were careful to do it these two days. If she didn't say it, she would understand your goodness in her heart."

Seeing Chen Aili disappearing from the corner of the wall, Yan Xiaye finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on her face became sincere: "Grandma, I am too stupid, and you are still worried about me at such an old age."

"I'm talking stupid again, grandma is not supposed to worry about you." The old lady patted Yan Xiaye's back of her hand: "As for the fact that Beicheng was injured in order to save you, I guess Chen Aili shouldn't know, so don't mention it, don't mention it, either ,Did you know?"

"I know." Yan Xiaye nodded slightly, and saw that the old lady looked tired and didn't want to say anything more to make her upset: "Don't worry, I'll take you back to your room to rest."

...

It was getting dark and the dinner time came in the blink of an eye.

In the kitchen, Yan Xiaye stood in front of the steamer and flirted with the sweaty hair, and finalized the final details of the dinner with the chefs.

Before being disliked by Chen Aili, she took a battle bath first, changed into more expensive clothes, and walked downstairs.

This afternoon, in order to prevent Chen Aili from finding trouble for Yan Xiaye, Li Beicheng had to be responsible for pestering his mother, and there was no time to take the time to show off his favorability in front of Yan Xiaye.

At the dining table, the old lady sat in the main seat, Yan Xiaye and Shen Aili sat on the right side of their generation, facing Li Beicheng across the table.
Chapter completed!