Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

This is the Qin family, and Qin Jingyi has always regarded her as a thorn in his side.

Even with bodyguards guarding him, Yan Xiaye was still worried about Xiao Yunduo staying alone in the guest room.

Li Yuntang knew the worries in her heart, hugged the little guy who was sleeping soundly, nodded slightly, turned and went to the guest room.

Watching the man's slender back, Yan Xiaye felt a little more warmth in her heart, which could support her to go back and continue to face Qin Jingyi. It was the last thing she could do to guard her father through the night.

The next day, the morning sun shone into the hall, dispelling the darkness of last night, and making everyone feel better.

Bathed in the clear sunlight, Yan Xiaye rubbed his dry eyes, turned around and glanced at Qin Jingyi, and walked out silently.

Although, most of Qin Jingyi's actions can be called inferior to animals, especially good at bullying others and forcing good people into prostitution.

But after all, he has feelings for Mr. Qin, and he didn't rest all night. If his father saw this scene in heaven, he would probably be very relieved.

in the guest room.

In his dream, Yun Duo was still thinking about Yan Yan who was alone in the hall, jumped up from the bed early in the morning, took his father to wash up briefly, and rushed out of the room to find Yan Yanhui.

In the well-decorated corridor of the Qin family, Yan Xiaye thought that Xiao Yunduo had probably not woken up yet, did not want to disturb the two of them, and was not in the mood to sleep, so he simply stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out, his eyes were indescribably sad and heavy.

After a whole night, she finally understood that the misfortune that happened was real.

Her father protected her with the rest of his life. Everything happened so fast at that time, he didn't even have time to say anything to her, even a single word.

Imagining her father's mood before he died, Yan Xiaye stroked the cold glass with her slender fingers, a big hole seemed to be opened out of nowhere in her chest, and the cold wind blew in, making her stiff from the cold.

This stiffness affects not only her body, but also her heart.

After standing quietly like this for an unknown amount of time, a warm little body threw itself into her arms.

Before she could react, she stepped back involuntarily, her slender back touching the man's well-defined chest.

The other party's high body temperature was transmitted to her through the clothes, and her heart softened when it was hot. She lowered her eyes to look at the little guy who was rubbing her coquettishly in her arms, and said in a hoarse voice full of tenderness, "Yun Duo, why are you so early?" get up?"

"I'm worried about Yanyan!" Xiao Yunduo looked up at her expression with a small face, and urged him very distressed: "Daddy, take Yanyan to bed quickly, the teacher said that if you don't sleep, you will get sick."

"The teacher is talking about you kids. I'm an adult, so I won't get sick so casually." Leaning over to hold the little guy in his arms, Yan Xiaye suddenly felt dizzy when he straightened up.

Realizing that something was wrong with her, she quickly hugged the little guy tightly so as not to accidentally fall him.

"Xia Ye?" Li Yuntang quickly supported her shoulders, his pretty brows slightly frowned, "Put that kid down, don't pamper him too much."

"But I want to hug Xiao Yunduo." Yan Xiaye collected himself, a slight smile appeared on his pale face: "Li Yuntang, you accompany Xiao Yunduo to breakfast, I want to go back to my room to take a shower."

If it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of one big and one small, she didn't know how long she would stay here in a daze.

Absorbing the strength to return to normal from the soft little guy, Yan Xiaye took a deep breath and continued: "From today onwards, there will be many guests who will come to express their condolences. I want to stay until the last moment."

According to Jiang Hai's rules, the vigil on the first day was limited to close relatives, and the next two days were reserved for relatives and friends of the deceased.

Although Qin Jingyi was supposed to be responsible for these matters, Yan Xiaye couldn't do it and left like this, and wanted to send his father off as much as possible.

"Yeah." Li Yuntang nodded without thinking, "Xia Ye, I will stay with you."

Looking at Li Yuntang softly, Yan Xiaye did not refuse his kindness.

Moreover, she really needs the warmth of others now.

Saying goodbye to two handsome men, one big and one small, for now, Yan Xiaye returned to his room, but did not rush into the bathroom.

Standing in front of the Treasure Pavilion made of rosewood, she raised her hand to pick up the valuable bottles and jars on it, and looked at them carefully one by one, as if she wanted to keep everything here in her heart.

Before she returned to Qin's house, the housekeeper said that her father had personally seen all the layout in this room.

It was precisely because of this that she mustered up the courage to move into this luxurious and stately villa.

It's a pity that she lived in an ordinary family since she was a child, and she didn't know much about antiques. She only knew that these small things were valuable, and based on this, she realized how much her father cherished her.

When her father's funeral is over, everything including the Qin family will become the property of Qin Jing's family. She will not come here again, or in other words, she will have no chance to come again.

After spending some time looking at the whole room carefully, Yan Xiaye sat quietly on the European-style sofa, holding an open drawing paper in his hand.

This is something she owned in high school. At first, she drew some landscapes of flowers and plants. Later, when she became interested in jewelry design, it all became design drawings, and then it was blank... She hasn’t drawn a pen for a long time.

The tip of the pen left a black spot on the snow-white rice paper, Yan Xiaye recalled the scenery in the park, and outlined delicate lines stroke by stroke, soon showing the prototype of a young woman pushing an old man in a wheelchair.

She was so engrossed in this painting, occasionally doodling and changing it, that she almost forgot the passage of time.

Before she found out, Li Yuntang visited her several times.

The man's black eyes stared deeply at her figure, and quietly put down the water glass and dessert beside her, not to disturb her alone indulgence.

Finally, when the painting was about to be completed, the sun was shining outside, and it was already noon.

The sunlight came in from the gaps in the curtains, and the bright light reflected on the drawing, making Xia Ye's eyes sour.

Raising her hand to wipe her tears, she belatedly realized what she had done.

Putting down the drawing, Yan Xiaye stretched with soreness all over his body. Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently saw the cups in his hand. One cup was filled with water and the other cup was filled with milk.

He stretched out his finger and touched the glass wall, both of which had a faint residual warmth.

Knowing that this must be Li Yuntang's handwriting, Yan Xiaye took a sip of milk, then took a taste of water, and drank the two cups one after another.

In addition, there are exquisitely cut fruit plates, strangely shaped cakes, and a note with immature handwriting.

I just found this note, and it was indeed Xiao Yunduo's message: "Yanyan, I'm going to school, I wish you a sweet dream, and I will come to see you at night."

Looking at the last smiling face on the note, Yan Xiaye smiled knowingly.

It is conceivable that Xiao Yunduo probably planned to say goodbye to her before going to school. After Li Yuntang came to see her, he said that she was sleeping soundly, so he got this note.

Turn over the note, and there is a half sentence hidden behind: "PS: I made the little cake with the chef uncle. I tasted it and it was delicious. Would you like to try it?"

The corners of her lips could not help but smile, Yan Xiaye looked at the strange little cake on the plate, and finally understood its purpose.

Although she didn't have any appetite, but for Xiao Yunduo's sake, she ate the cake bite by bite, took a pen and paper and wrote an equally cute note, and planned to give it to Xiao Yunduo at night.

After finishing all this, Yan Xiaye got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower, dried her hair with a hair dryer, changed into the clothes left here before, and walked out in black.

Pushing open the door of the room, the sound of chanting sutras in the hall immediately entered the ears, mixed with the low weeping of some people, it seemed that the farewell meeting had already begun.

Annoyed that he had missed such an important occasion, Yan Xiaye didn't want Li Yuntang to participate, so he walked down the stairs alone, and saw that the hall had been decorated and filled with white chrysanthemums everywhere, the solemn and sad atmosphere was self-evident.

Almost at the same moment she appeared, a well-maintained, good-looking middle-aged woman broke away from the servant who was supporting her, stumbled towards Yan Xiaye, and screamed, "It's you, everyone Blame you for killing him!"

This voice made all the guests look over, even the monks who were chanting the sutras of the past life paused, and then there was the sound of chanting the scriptures again.

"who are you?"

Confounded by this woman who rushed out suddenly, Yan Xiaye looked at Qin Jingyi who was presiding over everything, wanting to get an answer from him.

The latter just got her promise to renounce her inheritance last night, frowned impatiently, and walked over and said, "Aunt Qing, I know that you have an unclear relationship with your father, but the old man has already gone, I will write a check compensate you."

"Young master, what I want is not money!" The middle-aged woman was crying with tears in her eyelashes, and she looked very pitiful when she cried, "Your father and I..."

"Okay, on this occasion, no one wants to know about the romance between you and the old man, right?"

As soon as Qin Jing interrupted the other party, he waved his hand with a sullen face. Immediately, bodyguards stood up, restrained the struggling woman from left to right, and dragged her out abruptly.

On the contrary, Yan Xiaye was still a little confused. In her perception, her father had always loved her mother, and because of various reasons, she married Qin Jingyi's mother. She didn't expect there to be other women.

Perhaps it was because her reaction was so innocent that Qin Jingyi smiled playfully: "Yan Xiaye, don't you think that father hasn't been with you all these years? This Aunt Qing is the seventh one I know. Others A few of you are not qualified to come to an occasion like today."

"..."

Yan Xiaye was speechless, looked up at Qin Jingyi, and quietly walked to the family seat aside.