Li Yuntang's pupils turned, his eagle-like gaze fell on her beautiful little face, and his thin lips spit out words without any warmth: "So what? He hurts you so much, do you still protect him?"

"I didn't protect him..." Yan Xiaye frowned, and his watery eyes reflected the man's expression of happiness and anger.

As her eyes met, her heart was raised to her throat, and her slender body shivered.

Li Yuntang was not kidding, he was serious!

"No, you can't kill him!" Yan Xiaye stood on tiptoe and pulled the man's arm hard. He burst into tears in his eyes: "Please spare him once for the sake of the old lady's face, okay?"

The fear and panic tone made the half-dead Li Beicheng struggle to lift his eyelids and look at Yan Xiaye's back with blurred vision.

If Li Yuntang hadn't come in time enough, he would have already put Yan Xiaye on the spot to rectify the Dharma.

More than ten minutes ago, he was still watching Yan Xiaye feel pain and helpless because of him, but unexpectedly, his life will still need Yan Xiaye to save for him in more than ten minutes.

Perhaps it was the line of life and death that Libei City's few conscience finally felt a little shock and pain.

Li Yuntang looked sideways at Yan Xiaye's begging and lost his mind. He let go of his hand without any slightest, throwing Li Beicheng, who was about to be angry, on the floor, without any intention of caring about his life or death.

"Thank you." Yan Xiaye looked at Li Yuntang's back with complicated eyes, and hurriedly ran to Li Beicheng to kneel down, gently stroked his chest to help him breathe.

Li Beicheng coughed violently, grabbed Yan Xiaye's hand, and said intermittently: "Don't believe him, all he wants is the inheritance right you represent!"

"It's not what you thought." Yan Xiaye used force gently, broke free from Li Beicheng's hand, lowered his eyes and said softly, "It was me who proposed to marry him."

"You? Haha." Li Beicheng held the empty palm and slammed the floor with hatred: "Of course, of course he would make you think so, otherwise how could you be willing to be used by him?"

Yan Xiaye bit his lower lip, instinctively disliked hearing any words slandering Li Yuntang: "... Since you are fine, hurry up and leave."

"Okay, I'll leave!" I was still scared of my uncle's horror. Li Beicheng stood up with the help of Yan Xiaye, and looked at her deeply before leaving: "Remember, the Li family is mine.

, You are mine, and I will not let go!"

Seeing Li Beicheng away, Yan Xiaye closed the door and turned to look at the handsome man on the terrace.

In the past, she only felt that she could not see through him, but after experiencing tonight, she realized that she had never really known him.

What's worse is that she fell in love with him before she even noticed it.

A faint sigh spread indoors. Yan Xiaye went back to change her clothes, walked to the kitchen to bring out two glasses of red wine, stopped in front of the glass door for a moment, and plucked up the courage to knock on the glass.

Li Yuntang looked back when he heard the sound, opened the sliding door for her considerately, and took the red wine from the tray in her hand.

The two stood side by side, allowing the night breeze to blew the messy hair.

I don’t know how long it took, before Yan Xiaye’s heartbeat could calm down, he heard the low magnetic voice of the man beside him: “There’s nothing to ask me?”

Yan Xiaye's heart trembled and she shook her head silently.

Since her feelings for him were merely a mere love affair, then naturally he did not need to confess his past to her.

"If what Li Beicheng said is true." Li Yuntang's thin lips curled up and looked at her with deep eyes: "Xia Ye, do you regret knowing me?"

"Why do I regret it?" endured the endless pain in my heart, Yan Xiaye laughed out two small dimples and replied calmly: "If I had never known you, it is unknown whether I could still stand here now.

.”

Speaking of this, she paused: "And I don't believe a word of what Li Beicheng said."

Li Yuntang lowered his eyes thoughtfully, "Summer Night..."

"How is your hand? I bought a medical box at home and I have also practiced it with Mr. Yan Jiu. Do I want me to help you with it?" After interrupting Li Yuntang's words, Yan Xiaye turned around with a bright smile and faced the man.

, as if nothing had happened.

Li Yuntang locked her dark eyes with her smile without any gloomyness, and nodded slightly for a long time: "Okay."

During the process of treating the wound, the two remained silent in a tacit understanding.

Realizing that the atmosphere was solemn, Yan Xiaye had to think about it and said: "My new work last week was highly praised by Mr. Yin. He decided to formally hire me as an assistant and pay 20,000 yuan a month."

She guessed that Li Yuntang would not have any interest in her professional life, but apart from that, she didn't know what else she could say to him.

"Mr. Yin is a very good person. He was very patient when he coached me. He didn't have the airs of a jewellery master at all. He was also very handsome. No wonder his sister, Miss Yin Mo, was so outstanding."

At the end, her voice lowered a little uncomfortable. When she thought of Yin Mo's other identity, a sourness surged in her heart.

The man who thought he hadn't heard her at all narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "Have you seen him?"

She was stunned and nodded honestly: "Mr. Yin is currently a guest in Milan. At first we talked by email, and then we made a video call."

A dark look flashed deep in Li Yuntang's pupils. His words were questions, but he spoke in a certain tone: "You think he is good, and he must think you are good too."

This is a bit unfinished.

Yan Xiaye was stunned at first, then his nose felt sore: "...Little uncle."

"Um?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't like me..." Her tears fell on his slender fingertips. She reached out to wipe but wiped more and more. She murmured in a low voice: "I will try hard not to like you, so, can you, don't put it?

I'll push it to another man?"

Yan Xiaye's voice was scattered in the air in a dull way, and the tail sound was slight.

She sat on the sofa with a fragile knee hug, biting her lip and unwilling to reveal her crying tremolo. Her bright smile just now seemed like an illusion.

Li Yuntang had a moment of indulgence and stopped talking, and finally let out a low voice.

As the sky gradually lights up, he can't stay here for the night, and it will be harmful to Yan Xiaye's reputation when it is heard.

Putting down the wine glass and standing up, the man walked towards the door calmly and freely without looking back at her.

When your fingers are placed on the handle, it touches a little crystal wetness on your fingertips.

Li Yuntang paused slightly, lowered his eyes and gently crushed the tear on his fingertips, opened the door and walked out.

Confirm that Li Yuntang had gone far, Yan Xiaye staggered down from the sofa and locked the door.
Chapter completed!