Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

Yan Xiaye was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously hid the phone behind her back.

Recalling the loss of control in her anger just now, she pursed her lips uncomfortably, "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

"More than that, I seem to have heard..." Li Yuntang's slender figure was leaning against the door, looking at her with handsome raised eyebrows, with a meaningful smile on his lips: "Are you calling me?"

She didn't call him, but just a moment of feeling.

Seeing her drooping her small head in silence, Li Yuntang walked up to her with long legs, and domineeringly embraced her cool body into his arms.

With the faint moonlight through the curtains, he looked down at her dodging gaze, and there was great pressure in his faint words: "Who made you angry, huh?"

Yan Xiaye's slender eyelashes trembled, not wanting to bring up the scarred past this night.

In fact, she seldom got angry, most of the few times she got angry was because of him.

In order to avoid the man's secretive eyes, she leaned forward a little, pressed her snow-white forehead against his chest, and said in a soft voice: "It's Shen Aili's call. She is not in the country now. The purpose is probably the same as that one." About the pocket watch."

Li Yuntang raised his hand and rubbed the top of her soft hair, and instantly understood what she meant: "Sister-in-law knows that watch is a fake?"

"Looking at how angry she is, I guess she was sure about it before she called." The more she thought about it, the more she felt that there was a mystery hidden in it, Yan Xiaye took a step back from the man's embrace, and raised her face excitedly.

Her black and white pupils were shining brightly under the faint moonlight, and she suppressed her excitement and said, "Given the origin and value of that pocket watch, I don't think Shen Aili will go out to find some appraiser for appraisal, unless there is something that needs to be appraised." reason."

Li Yuntang smiled, glanced at the slightly opened door behind Yan Xia Ye, and took her to the guest room.

The deep and magnetic voice was like the melancholy voice in the night. It was clearly not ambiguous and lingering words, but inexplicably had the power to make people blush and heartbeat.

"As expected of my summer night, how clever."

"Who is your..."

Li Yuntang smiled lowly, and changed the topic according to her intention, "Then, am I yours?"

The base of the ears suddenly felt hot, Yan Xiaye couldn't bear his teasing from time to time, and resolutely refused without giving the slightest bit of face: "Don't, I'm sorry!"

"Not necessarily." The old god Li Yuntang was there, looking at her with sexy and intimate eyes: "If you don't try it, how will you know?"

"Anyway, no, I'm talking to you about business..."

While talking, the two entered the guest room.

Yan Xiaye quickly shut his mouth, and hurriedly turned his head to look at the small figure of Zhengxiang sleeping on the big bed.

Fortunately, she didn't wake up Xiao Yunduo.

On the other hand, Li Yuntang was much more at ease than her. He took two boxes of milk into the small kitchen attached to the guest room, and heated them in the microwave.

"Don't worry, this kid sleeps very well and won't be easily woken up."

"That's good."

Yan Xiaye relaxed slightly, and hid with Li Yuntang in the small kitchen covering an area of ​​three to four square meters. There were many convenient bottles and cans around, and the distance between the two was inevitably close. very close.

Trying to keep a distance of two or three centimeters from the man, Yan Xiaye raised his arm, gently flipped the man's neckline with his slender fingertips, and drew out a very thin platinum necklace from it.

As for the pendant of the necklace, he didn't think so, it was undoubtedly the pocket watch.

Holding this pocket watch over and over for a moment, Yan Xiaye still couldn't figure out what was so special about it.

Li Yuntang turned on the microwave oven, handed her one of the boxes of milk, and asked calmly, "Want to know?"

Yan Xiaye's eyes lit up, and he nodded impatiently.

This is the first time she has fooled Shen Aili with her cleverness and wit. How can she not look forward to the fruit of victory?
"Some banks in this world are quite special. The items stored are not only money and checks, but also things that the owner deposits there, and can only be withdrawn through a certain password or special items."

Speaking of this, it was enough for Yan Xia Ye to suddenly realize.

No wonder she couldn't think of the function of the pocket watch. This was not a defect in her intelligence, but a limitation of her vision.

"So, this pocket watch is Grandpa Li's certificate, used to withdraw his things in a certain bank?"

"It's probably like this. Judging by my sister-in-law's desperate attitude, even if the things I save are not gold, they are probably hard currency that can be liquidated quickly."

After this period of teaching by words and deeds, Yan Xiaye gradually caught up with the man's thinking, "Is it what Li Yanze meant?"

Li Yuntang smiled but said nothing, took a sip of the milk, and suddenly asked casually: "Xia Ye, do you still remember that I said I would give you a divorce gift?"

"Yeah." Yan Xiaye nodded ignorantly, recalling some ambiguous episodes in his mind, and turned his face awkwardly: "Didn't you give it away?"

Li Yuntang couldn't help laughing at her straightforward reaction, and his eyes became hotter and deeper as he looked at her.

In the next second, the man's slender fingers lightly picked her chin, leaned down and kissed her like a dragonfly, and said narrowly, "So you took this as a gift?"

"..."

Yan Xiaye was so annoyed that she couldn't speak, she could only stare at the man angrily, expressing her dissatisfaction with her eyes.

Li Yuntang reluctantly withdrew her smile, and flicked the tip of her pretty nose solemnly, "I have other gifts for you. If there is no accident, it will be before the end of the year."

Yan Xiaye listened with half understanding and half understanding.

What kind of gift is it worth Li Yuntang's troubles?
Before she could think any deeper, the man had already put down the milk and pulled her back to the bedroom, "Go to Miss Qin?"

"Go!"

Absolutely not wanting Xiao Yunduo to see her sharing the bed with Li Yuntang, Yan Xiaye quickly rejected the hint in the man's words, and sneaked back to the master bedroom next door with oil on his feet.

In the bedroom, perhaps because she was too loud in the corridor before, Qin Yiren has already woken up.

The bedside lamp beside her was on, and she was holding a paintbrush in her hand, and she was writing on the drawing board quickly with a nervous expression. The brush tip and the rice paper made rustling sounds, as if she hadn't noticed Yan Xiaye's return at all.

"Yiren?"

Inexplicably feeling that something was wrong with Qin Yiren's state, Yan Xiaye called her in a low voice, walked quietly behind her, and lowered his eyes to look at the content on the drawing board.

It's been a while since Qin Yiren's painting skills have obviously been taught by famous artists, and the portraits he draws have vivid eyes.

Coupled with the special time in the dead of night, her frantic painting without saying a word made people feel a little frightened.