Mr.Li, your wife is super fierce

When Yan Miao's hand reached out, Qin Tong stood next to his president at the right time, so Yan Miao's soft little hand hugged assistant Qin's arm.

Qin Tong looked at Yan Miao with disgust. "Miss Yan San, please respect yourself."

"You!"

Suddenly he was cut off. Yan Miao's small face flushed, "get out of the way."

"Sorry, our president doesn't like women near. Please step back."

Although Qin Tong hated Yan Miao, he also knew the rules of his president and had to sacrifice his arm.

When Yan Miao still wanted to say something, she had been quietly pulled away by Yan Fei.

Yan Fei instantly turned into a gentle and generous lady. She looked at Li Beicheng with a smile and said gently, "Beicheng, when did you come back? I didn't say I could pick you up."

"Come in and stop standing at the door."

"Zhou Ma, hurry to make tea."

Yan Fei warmly greeted Li Beicheng into the house, and her familiar tone seemed to meet an old friend.

Li Beicheng, who has always been indifferent, nodded rarely, which can be regarded as a response to Yan Fei.

A cold line of sight suddenly came. Li Beicheng frowned. Looking along the feeling, he saw a little girl sitting on the sofa in a black skirt looking at her.

In the little girl's eyes, there was no old admiration, but some questioning, questioning and anger.

Li Beicheng's face changed slightly, and his handsome face was stained with displeasure.

What qualifications does she have to question him?

Today, he just came to offer incense to her parents because of Grandpa's explanation.

He has nothing to do with the changes in their family.

Yan Mo stared at the man with a few steps away, and his lips closed tightly.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that the man she had loved for more than ten years was strange.

Suddenly, her sight was blocked by Yan Fei's figure.

"Beicheng, drink tea."

Yan Fei handed over a cup of tea and stood between them, separating the entanglement of their sight.

"No, I came to worship my uncle and aunt."

The Yan Family and the Li family have always been friends. Yan Mo's grandfather and parents have a good relationship with the Li family.

But Yan Pengtao has nothing to do with the Li family.

Yan Mo's parents' affairs were handled in a hurry, and no outsiders were notified of the funeral.

Therefore, Li Beicheng had just learned about it and rushed over.

Yan Fei stood there awkwardly.

Yan Mo suddenly got up, calmly looked at Li Beicheng, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

"Brother Beicheng..."

"I said, don't call me that."

Li Beicheng suddenly interrupted Yan Mo's words.

Yan Mo was stunned, smiled immediately and changed his mouth, "Li Shao, please come here."

Li Beicheng followed Yan Mo to the room where the memorial tablet was placed.

"Beicheng."

Yan Fei wanted to follow, but Qin Tong stopped her.

Sheng Xia stood aside, hummed and waited silently.

Li Beicheng offered a incense stick to Yan Mo's parents. Yan Mo stood silently aside and looked up at his parents' holy places. His tears had already dried up.

After the incense, Li Beicheng came out of the house, looked back at her, moved his lips and squeezed out a sentence, "I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

Yan Mo whispered his thanks, but quickly took the lead.

"Xia Xia, let's go."

She took Sheng Xia's head and left without looking back.

Yan Pengtao wanted to stop it, but due to Sheng Qi's momentum, he didn't dare to make it too stiff, not to mention Li Beicheng.

An Qiuling had ordered the servant to tidy up the living room as quickly as possible.

And Yan Fei and Yan Miao walked towards Li Beicheng at the same time.