When Yan Miao's hand reached over, Qin Tong stood beside his president at the right time, so Yan Miao's soft little hand hugged Assistant Qin's arm.

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

"You!"

Suddenly his beard was cut off, and Yan Miaoqi's little face turned red, "Get out of the way." ”

"I'm sorry, but the president of our family doesn't like women approaching, please stand back."

Although Qin Tong hated Yan Miao very much, he also knew the rules of his president, so he had no choice but to sacrifice his arm.

When Yan Miao wanted to say something, she was quietly pulled away by Yan Fei.

Yan Fei instantly turned into a gentle and generous lady, and looked at Li Beicheng with a smile and a tactful voice, "Beicheng, when did you come back, why didn't you say a word, I'm going to pick you up." ”

"Come in, don't stand at the door."

"Mother Zhou, hurry up and make tea."

Yan Fei warmly greeted Li Beicheng into the house, and her familiar tone was as if she had seen an old friend.

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

A cold gaze suddenly came, Li Beicheng frowned, and when he looked at it, he saw a little girl sitting on the sofa and wearing a black dress looking at her.

The little girl's eyes lost the love of the past, and some were questioning and angry.

Li Beicheng's face changed slightly, and his handsome face was dyed with a touch of displeasure.

Who was she to question him?

He just came over today to offer incense to her parents because of his grandfather's explanation.

He had nothing to do with the events in their family.

Yan Mo couldn't take her eyes off the man who was a few steps away, and her lips pursed.

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

Suddenly, his vision was blocked by Yan Fei's figure.

"Beicheng, drink tea."

Yan Fei handed over a cup of tea and stood between the two of them to separate the entanglement of their eyes.

"No need, I'm here to worship my uncle and aunt."

The Yan family and the Li family have always had a relationship, and 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, and he can't speak.

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

Therefore, Li Beicheng actually rushed over just after knowing about it.

Yan Fei stood there a little embarrassed.

Yan Mo got up suddenly, glanced at Li Beicheng calmly, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of please.

"Brother Beicheng ......"

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

Li Beicheng suddenly interrupted Yan Mo's words.

Yan Mo was slightly stunned, then smiled, and changed her words in an instant, "Li Shao, please come here." ”

Li Beicheng followed Yan Mo to the room where the spirit seat was placed.

"Beicheng."

Yan Fei wanted to follow, but was stopped by Qin Tong and others.

Midsummer stood aside and snorted softly, waiting silently.

Li Beicheng put a stick of incense on Yan Mo's parents, and Yan Mo stood aside silently, looking up at his parents' spiritual position, and her tears had already dried up.

After the incense, Li Beicheng walked out of the room and looked back at her, moved his lips and squeezed out a sentence, "Festival mourning." ”

"Thank you."

Yan Mo thanked him softly, but took a quick step forward.

"Xia Xia, let's go."

She grabbed Midsummer and left without looking back.

Yan Pengtao wanted to stop it, but because of Sheng Qi's momentum, he didn't dare to make too much trouble, not to mention that Li Beicheng was still there.

An Qiuling had already instructed the maid to clean up the living room as quickly as possible.

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