"Okay, wait a minute, you two."

The shopping guide ladies dispersed with interest and disappointment, and then invited Yan Xiaye to sit down on the sofa, whispering with envy: "Mr. Li is willing to take you to pick out clothes in person, the lady is really amazing."

Yan Xiaye didn't think he was very powerful. To say he was powerful, it was because his ankle hurt so much.

Keeping a smile on her face and shooing the gossip girls away, she watched Li Beicheng walk to the men's clothing side, quickly bent down and quietly rubbed her ankles.

Somehow, whether it was heartache or injury, she especially didn't want to show it in front of Li Beicheng.

Not long after, the shopping guide ladies came over holding the latest clothes and accessories, and compared them one by one on Yan Xiaye, finally selected the most demure and elegant one, and pushed her to the dressing room to change into it.

When Li Beicheng walked out wearing a new suit, Yan Xiaye was sitting on the sofa, letting the shopping guides choose shoes.

She was extremely disgusted with dating Li Beicheng, and she didn't even bother to dress up. She just let them go.

A small black fragrant dress outlines her slender and graceful waist, and the neckline just exposes her coveted collarbones and neck. A small lavender suit is draped on her slender shoulders, which matches her already pretty face.

, no matter where you go, you won’t embarrass others.

Li Beicheng's eyes darkened a little as he looked at Yan Xiaye, then he came over and said lightly: "The shoes must be white."

"You remember wrong, Li Beicheng." Yan Xiaye raised his eyes to look at him, his black and white eyes full of ridicule: "White is Yan Shuirou's favorite, and what I hate most in my life is white."

The shopping guide ladies looked at each other in confusion, taking the shoes to wear or putting them down.

Yan Xiaye raised the corners of his lips slightly, very satisfied with the effect.

Due to the old lady's instructions, she would not embarrass him in public, but she would never make it easy for him.

"You have to go against me, don't you!" Li Beicheng suppressed his anger and ordered directly: "Either you wear white, or you just get out barefoot."

"Okay." Yan Xiaye laughed softly, stood up, and walked a few meters away under the stunned eyes of others.

In the end, instead of her surrendering and stopping, Li Beicheng grabbed her angrily.

Facing the man's anger that was on the verge of exploding, Yan Xiaye tilted his head expressionlessly, feeling a bit of revengeful pleasure while feeling a dull pain in his heart.

She could go to the candlelight dinner barefoot, but Li Beicheng would never accept that he had an embarrassing female companion.

Sure enough, the man's vicious eyes stopped on her face for a moment, then he picked her up and threw her back on the sofa.

Just when Yan Xiaye thought she had won this battle, the man's voice was still deep and harsh: "White."

She frowned in astonishment and was about to resist again, but the man leaned over, clamped his palm around her neck, and sneered in her ear and threatened: "If you dare to say one more thing, I will take off my clothes right here."

I took off your clothes, left everyone here to watch, and gave you a first time that you will never forget."

This beast!

Yan Xiaye clenched his fists hanging by his sides. Through Li Beicheng's well-dressed and handsome appearance, he seemed to see a hungry wolf in sheep's clothing.

Yan Xiaye took the high heels and put them on. Yan Xiaye shook off his hand that was holding her and left the mall first.

Behind her, Li Beicheng sneered coldly and swiped his card to pay the bill without caring.

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At the Caesar Western Restaurant, Yan Xiaye was immersed in his meal amidst the romantic serenade, completely ignoring the bewildered faces of his bandmates.

The Caesar Western Restaurant was generously reserved, and the service staff present were ready to witness marriage proposals or anniversaries, but this was the first time I saw such a unique heroine.

Li Beicheng didn't care about such trivial matters with her and allowed her to deliberately make a loud noise while cutting the steak.

After taking a sip of the century-old red wine, Li Beicheng looked up at her and asked in a cold voice with a smile on his face: "No matter what, it was me who saved you, don't you even say thank you?"

"Why should I thank you?" Yan Xiaye grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth roughly, looking at him with his arms around his shoulders: "Yes, I should thank you for showing your true feelings to Yan Shuirou at my house. I'm so angry.

My mother rushed out of the door."

Li Beicheng took a breath, and the temperature dropped a few degrees. Yin Feng spoke in a rustling voice: "You know that's not what I'm talking about."

"Then there is no need for me to thank you." Yan Xiaye refused: "Rather than be saved by a bastard like you, I would rather let the sea lion eat it."

The veins on Li Beicheng's forehead popped out, and he almost crushed the wine glass.

No wonder every time he saw Yan Xiaye, he just wanted to push her down and conquer her, because he had known that she was full of resentment towards him and could never say anything nice.

Before he could get angry, Yan Xiaye suddenly looked at him steadily and said in a very normal tone: "In the first year of being in prison, I swallowed a razor blade three times, but I was just lucky that I didn't die."

Li Beicheng's anger was as if someone poured a handful of ice water on his head, making him feel cold from the inside out.

"I will plead with grandma later and let her keep Ya'er." Yan Xiaye did not look at him and chuckled to himself: "No matter how much I hate you and Yan Shuirou, I will not be despicable enough to take the child.

Let's do it. Anyway, I won't move back to the old house. Whether you want to take her back to be the eldest daughter of the Li family or keep her by Yan Shuirou's side, I don't have any objection."

After saying that, she drank the red wine in one gulp, stood up at the last minute specified by the old lady, turned around and left with sad eyes.

Midsummer turns to early autumn, and the night at nine o'clock is already a little cool.

Yan Xiaye wrapped her thin suit a little tighter. She didn't know whether she should be grateful that the old lady allowed her and Li Beicheng to take their time.

Otherwise, even for the sake of the old lady, she would not be able to be honest with Li Beicheng and have a skin-to-skin relationship.

Yan Xiaye walked along the road with confused thoughts. Most of the time, Yan Xiaye lowered his eyes to the ground, so he failed to see the car rushing toward her dozens of meters away.

In the ruby ​​red women's Mercedes-Benz, Yin Mo caught a glimpse of Yan Xiaye wandering on the roadside through the sparse crowd.

Most of the people who appear on this street on weekdays are either rich or noble. Even so, Yan Xiaye is still very eye-catching among them. In terms of appearance alone, he is indeed worthy of becoming her love rival and opponent.

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Withdrawing his gaze from the car window, Yin Mo looked calmly at Li Yuntang who was typing on the keyboard in the passenger seat.

The light and shadow nostalgically outlined his handsome features. Even just a cold profile was enough to make her forget herself and make her heart beat faster.

No one understands Li Yuntang's excellence better than her.

She has admired and waited for this man for many years, and she must not allow any woman to try to get involved.
Chapter completed!