After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Haoyue combined what he had just said to Suna and said, "So, you are not my fiancé, then why did you lie to me?"

Wasn't he the one who first tried to get close to her?

Suddenly, she recalled the deep, thrilling kiss in the car.

She protested for herself: "You are not my fiancé, but you forcefully kissed me? Oh - I see, you want to have sex for free?"

Xiao Yan stood up and walked in front of her, grabbing her accusing finger, "I'm not a free prostitute. From now on, in front of others, your identity is my little follower."

Her inherent pride made her first reaction extremely reluctant: "Why?"

Xiao Yan: "Behind the scenes, I will be your follower."

Haoyue: "What good will it bring me if you become my follower?"

The world is big, but keeping your life is the most important thing.

In addition, profit is the most important thing in everything, and it is engraved in the blood of businessmen.

merchant?

She became suspicious of her own subconscious inner monologue. Could she have been a businessman before she lost her memory?

Just as she was thinking about it.

Xiao Yan said: "On the streets of Hong Kong, I rank first and you rank second. But in front of others, you are my subordinate."

Why are you talking so wildly?

She had just met her "fiancé" and was still unclear about his power and cards, so she asked, "What are the specific benefits?"

Xiao Yan likes to give the other party the most tempting cake at the moment.

He glanced at the counter calmly and said, "I'll take everything I like."

Haoyue: “Fuck!!!”

What a generous act!

In just half an hour, she completed a complete shopping tour under the guidance of salesgirls from major brands.

I bought ten Birkin bags made of rare leather, five pairs of CL red-soled high heels, five pairs of Huanu Tianlun shoes, countless fashions, cosmetics and skin care products...

Old Eagle looked at the pile of name tags and complained quietly, "Boss, what you picked up is not just an amnesiac little orphan girl, it's clearly a living money-eating beast!"

Eagle was not interested in these things women used. He had only one idea, that is, the money spent on these messy luxury goods in front of him could be used to bid for the most advanced weapons at underground auctions.

He believed that money should be spent wisely, such as buying weapons, factories, casinos, and land.

Haoyue stood next to those brand names and raised his chin provocatively towards Xiao Yan: "I am very difficult to support, but it is not too late for you to regret now. Tell me my real name and identity, and let me go back to where I came from. I can return all these things."

Xiao Yan looked at her quietly and said two words to the salesgirl: "Swipe the card."

Quite neat and tidy.

"..."

Really?

Haoyue trotted after him, now really confused and frightened: "No, I am really your fiancée?"

If Xiao Yan wanted to have sex with a beautiful woman for free, there was no need for him to go to such great lengths to tell lies, let alone spend so much real money on her.

After all, the money spent on these brand-name items can be used to sponsor eight or ten young and beautiful women.

Moreover, this guy looks like this, has that body and muscles... he has everything. Even if he doesn't have the aura of money and power, he must have a lot of love-brained and face-obsessed people following him.

For example, Miss Suna just now liked him very much.

Xiao Yan paused in front of a men's clothing store and reminded her half playfully and half seriously: "If you want to see the King of Hell sooner, just call me your fiancé a few more times outside, louder. The louder, the more exciting it is."

Haoyue came up to him, very curious: "Then I'll keep my voice down, what exactly do you do?"

Xiao Yan grabbed her wrist, walked into the men's clothing store, and said, "Whatever the King of Hell does, I will do."

"..."

So exciting!

She turned to him and asked, "Do you want to buy clothes?"

Xiao Yan instructed the salesgirl: "Pick out some suitable men's clothing for her."

Haoyue resisted at first, "I'm a woman, why should I wear men's clothes? No way, do you have such a strong taste?"

Do you like dressing up as a man?

Xiao Yan: "If you want to live longer, just listen to me."

She understood immediately and soon realized -

Being Xiao Yan's woman is a job that may require you to deal with the King of Hell at any time.

She reached out and brushed her long hair, saying narcissistically, "That's right. It's quite dangerous for a beautiful and ostentatious woman like me to walk on the street."

She leaned one hand on the full-length mirror and struck a seductive pose, but it was obvious that she had forgotten that she was still wearing the deadly Barbie pink dress.

This painting style looks very unique.

Xiao Yan glanced at her and said objectively: "If you go out like this now, you will become a hot commodity for homeless people."

She was not convinced. "Why a homeless man? Am I not worthy of attracting a handsome young bachelor?"

Xiao Yan looked at her in the mirror and made a sharp comment: "Because, you now look like a beautiful neurotic woman with a missing brain stem."

The corners of her mouth twitched violently, and she said, "A pretty crazy woman, but she is still pretty!"

Soon, the salesgirl picked out a few small-sized complete sets of men's clothing.

"Miss, please try it on. If it doesn't fit, you can make a few sets tailor-made for you."

She took the clothes and went into the fitting room.

A few minutes later, she came out wearing men's clothes, a white shirt, and a black suit. She was 172cm tall, with a bright and heroic face and a dashing and heroic demeanor.

Dressing up as a man is not a problem, and you may even become the most handsome gigolo on the street.

It's just a little unsightly.

She held the wall with one hand and pulled her trousers at the waist with the other hand, and said awkwardly: "Everything else fits, but the waist of the trousers is too big."

Xiao Yan said: "Bring me a belt."

The salesgirl picked out a black thin leather belt with a more stylish look.

The waistband of her trousers was too big and would fall down if she let go of them, leaving her with no hands to fasten her belt.

Xiao Yan reached out to the salesgirl: "Give me the belt."

After the salesgirl handed it to him, Xiao Yan leaned over to fasten the belt for her.

She laughed awkwardly: "Isn't this bad?"

Xiao Yan put the belt into the button of his trousers, held her slender waist with his big hands and pulled her into his arms. Facing the full-length mirror, his strong and slender male arm passed from behind her waist to the front, tightened the belt to the innermost buttonhole, and fastened it with a click. His movements were neat and smooth.

He met her eyes in the mirror.

His eyes were bold and straightforward: "What's wrong with that? I'll help you tie your belt sooner or later, and I'll help you untie it too."

"...!"

Haoyue was frightened and smiled flatteringly: "Sooner or later... sooner or later is when?"

Not too early.

Xiao Yan lowered his eyes to look at her, "Are you looking forward to it?"

"..."

There was a lot of teasing in his eyes: "Since you are looking forward to it so much, let's do it tonight."

Looking forward to it...what the hell!

She broke out in a cold sweat: "Aren't your kidneys in bad condition?"

Xiao Yan: "It depends on the person. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not."

The corners of Haoyue's mouth twitched wildly: "This thing can be adjusted freely?"

Xiao Yan: "You will know if you can adjust it freely if you try it."

His tone was dead serious.

But the words that came out could be as outrageous as they could be!

He hooked his arm around her shoulders, treating her like a lackey, "The suit is nice, but your hair is a little long."

She hugged her head and said in protest: "I won't cut this hair!"

Even with a gun pointed at her head, she refused to cut it.

Bah… With the gun pointed at her head, let’s talk it over.

Xiao Yan looked at her long, thick hair of excellent quality.

Long hair looks better in bed, it would be a pity to cut it.

So she chose a suitable wig for herself, used an eyebrow pencil to make her eyebrows a little thicker and harder, and added some nose shadow. A moment later, a heroic pretty boy stood in front of Xiao Yan.

The top two buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing her slender collarbone and slender neck, making her look both heroic and sexy.

Xiao Yan's eyes dimmed slightly. He raised his hand and slowly buttoned her shirt to the top button.

Haoyue glanced at him. He had three buttons of his shirt open on his chest, looking particularly romantic.

She frowned and complained: "With all the hats on, it looks like a fool's hat."

Xiao Yan didn't care whether she lived or died, he walked out of the mall and said to her: "You won't be stupid if you wear a tie."

After getting into the silver-top Maybach.

Old Eagle drove and asked, "Boss, do you want to go back to the hotel first or go directly to discuss business?"

Xiao Yan glanced at the time on his watch. It was already 1:25: "It's too late. Let's go and talk about business."

Old Eagle glanced cautiously at the woman in the back seat through the rearview mirror and asked, "Take Miss Ye with you?"

Xiao Yan picked up a thin black tie thrown on the back seat and put it around her neck.

Seeing that his action was particularly casual, Haoyue frowned and asked, "Are you tying up the dog?"

Xiao Yan glanced at her sideways, and quickly tied her tie with his fingers. "Have you ever seen a dog dressed like this?"

“…” She asked, “Where to?”

Xiao Yan: "I'll take you to understand my world."