Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

Li Beicheng pulled out his mobile phone with one hand, dialed 120, and yelled into the microphone: "The address is No. 37 Fuhua Street, Shui Rou has type A blood, bring enough blood bags and come here immediately, if anything happens to her, I will Let me ask you, do you hear me!"

Putting down his phone, Li Beicheng suddenly raised his eyes.

If it weren't for Yan Shuirou lying here as pale and soundless as a wax figure, he would never have known that there would be so much blood in a human body, enough to make the water in the bathtub glisten red.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled those things that he had long forgotten in the depths of his memory, and when he recalled the past, it seemed as if it had lasted for a long time.

For example, when Yan Shuirou met him for the first time, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Mingming couldn't help but peeked at him one by one, but still caring about the presence of others, blushed faintly, shrank into the quilt and dared not make a sound, for fear of attracting his attention.

That appearance was very delicate and quite different from the obedient Yan Xiaye who was like a doll, coupled with her coveted figure, it immediately attracted his attention.

In the very beginning, he really fell in love with Yan Shuirou at first sight, that's why he was able to maintain the relationship for many years.

However, the nature of a man is to conquer. When Yan Shuirou lay obediently and charmingly under him for countless nights, letting him get whatever he wanted, the original deep friendship became worthless.

Human nature is like this, and Li Beicheng is not immune to it.

But seeing Yan Shuirou's life was at stake, he suddenly realized that Yan Shuirou was actually not so insignificant.

She is the woman he once loved deeply, and even Ya'er's biological mother. Even if he is tired of her and even takes the initiative to reduce the number of times he sees her, it is because he knows that Yan Shuirou is safe and well. Under the premise of worrying about food and clothing.

While Li Beicheng was silently recalling the past when he was young, the shriek of an ambulance came from afar.

The medical staff jumped out of the car one after another, carried Yan Shuirou, who had lost a lot of blood, onto a stretcher as quickly as possible, and rushed to the nearest hospital with Li Beicheng, who was accompanying him.

Soon, the lights in the operating room came on, and Li Beicheng's clothes were covered with blood from Yan Shuirou, setting off his ice-cold face, like an evil god, making people daunting.

The patients who came and went kept away from him unconsciously, until the sound of footsteps came from behind him.

Li Beicheng's personal bodyguards rushed over, "Master, are you injured somewhere?"

"It's not me." Li Beicheng's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and he pointed the finger at Yan Xiaye who was not there: "Call back and ask if Yan Xiaye is at home."

When he said the words Yan Xiaye, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth.

Yan Xiaye hates Yan Shuirou, this is a fact he has long known.

Even if Yan Shuirou was wrong five years ago, she wouldn't be so cruel!
What exactly must be done to a person to force Yan Shuirou to commit suicide willingly?

The bodyguard was slightly taken aback, and reported back after a while: "Master, Young Madam is not at home."

Li Beicheng looked even angrier. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of a professional: "Where is Yan Xiaye, what are you doing, and send me the photo immediately."

After hanging up the phone, not long after, there were two beeps on WeChat.

In the short video that was playing, Yan Xiaye was sitting opposite a handsome mixed-race guy at a hotpot restaurant. Although there was a table between them, the two still bent down together from time to time, their heads touching each other sweetly. They exchanged something with a smile.

The obvious intimacy was a tacit understanding that Li Beicheng and Yan Xiaye had never experienced together.

Judging from the video alone, the man took good care of Yan Xiaye, and brought her some food from time to time. His back view looked no different from that of ordinary couples, even more intimate.

This damned Yan Xiaye, Yan Shuirou was lying in the operating room uncertain of life or death, she still had the mind to eat, drink and have fun with wild men!
Li Beicheng's eyes suddenly burned red with anger and jealousy. With red eyes, he stared at the man in the video as if he was about to eat people. He recognized him as the last time he volunteered to save Yan Xia Ye, and was carried back unconscious in the end. waste snacks.

However, even if he is a waste, his skin is handsome and impeccable.

Yin Mo's older brother, Yin Baiyan.

The bodyguard judged the situation and asked in a low voice, "Do you need me to bring the young lady here?"

Li Beicheng originally wanted to catch the rape himself, but turned his attention to the quiet operating room, so he had to give up the idea: "You go, just say that something happened to her family, don't mention Yan Shuirou's name."

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At the same time, Yan Xiaye and Yin Baiyan sat on both sides of the table together, gesticulating against a design drawing.

After finally merging the ideas of the two people together, Yan Xiaye breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a chopsticks and picked up a ball, blew and whined, and said vaguely: "Teacher, do you know something that makes money quickly?" The method? It should be suitable for me."

Yin Baiyan had already had lunch, but seeing Yan Xiaye's delicious food now, he also chewed on it, took a sip of juice and asked, "Strange, you are not the most indifferent to fame and wealth, why did you suddenly become so vulgar?"

"I have an elder who is going to celebrate her birthday. According to her standard, things under 10 yuan are not eye-catching at all."

Mrs. Li's [-]th birthday is approaching, and Yan Xiaye is racking her brains thinking about how to prepare a meaningful and valuable birthday gift.

Even if grandma wouldn't mind if she bought a gift with the Li family's money, she would feel very sorry.

"In that case, I have a suggestion." Yin Baiyan touched his smooth chin, imitating the posture of the ancients stroking their beard and sighing: "I just don't know if you agree or not."

"Don't talk about selling yourself!" Knowing how unreliable this teacher is, Yan Xiaye broke his delusion with a straight face: "Teacher, older virgins are easy to pervert, you'd better find a young lady early to relieve lovesickness .”

"Go, go, what kind of unscrupulous man is a teacher." Yin Baiyan rolled his eyes, never mentioning the bad move he planned to say: "If you still have time on that elder's birthday, you can use the one you did recently. Hand over the finished product to me, and I'll pick one or two of them and make some small changes for you."

Yan Xiaye showed suspicion: "For example?"

"Like adding two more letters to the setting..."

Yan Xiaye was dumbfounded: "Teacher, what you said seems to be a necessary process for jewelry counterfeiting."

"Nonsense!" Yin Baiyan waved his sleeves and spoke righteously: "How can an artist's work be called a fake!"

Yan Xiaye was dejected, and immediately rejected him: "No, I'm really self-reliant, starting from scratch."

"Your disciple is really elm-headed." Yin Baiyan picked up the chopsticks and hit her on the head with the clean side: "Anyway, you are the only closed disciple of this master, and you won't mess up my signboard. If you have money, everyone can earn money together." .”