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

The next morning, we set off for Naples, Italy.

Half a year ago, a batch of equipment was sold to the Mafia at a low price. Those equipment were discarded by the M Army and were old and worn out. They were quite happy to take them at a low price, but the subsequent maintenance costs were expensive and cumbersome. Xiaodouzi had traveled to and from Italy many times in the past six months and was already familiar with it, and was almost sick of eating seafood pasta.

This trip is exceptionally ordinary.

Xiao Douzi shook the juice in his hand and asked curiously, "Brother Yan, are there any new businesses to develop?"

Repairing a scrapped fighter plane and charging a reasonable repair fee were small matters that Xiao Yan would not normally do in person.

Unless the real purpose of this trip is not drinking.

This was a special flight, and they were the only ones in the luxurious and spacious cabin.

Old Eagle cursed: "Some desperate guys used the name of Brother Yan to sell a batch of equipment to the M Army at a low price. There was nothing wrong with the equipment when they were inspected, but in fact it was just a pile of scrap metal, all imitation weapons."

Xiao Douzi was shocked: "Damn, I've met my match. I thought I was the only one in the world who could make such realistic scrap metal."

The eagle patted the boy's head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Bean, what is your inexplicable focus?"

Now that the M Army is in anger, they are looking for Xiao Yan's agent to settle the score, but the goods were not shipped from them at all.

Xiao Douzi asked: "So, Brother Yan is going to catch the trafficker this time? The trafficker is in Italy now?"

Eagle: "That peddler is probably indulging himself in some casino in Naples."

Xiao Yan and Ye Xiaowu sat on the sofas in the front row.

Ye Xiaowu held a magazine from the plane in front of his face and listened to their conversation with his ears perked up.

I didn't expect that Xiao Yan, a businessman, had such a wide range of business and even dealt with the M army.

She was listening attentively, and Xiao Yan pulled the magazine out of her hand, "You are quite energetic."

She had been flying for seven or eight hours without closing her eyes.

He leaned in, his eyes sharp and dangerous, "Shouldn't I have let you go last night?"

"Go to bed right now, I'm already sleepy!"

She was so scared that she covered her chest, turned over with her back to him, and closed her eyes tightly.

Thinking about last night, I was also puzzled.

After Xiao Yan kissed her till she was dizzy, he actually did nothing but held her in his arms and slept all night.

This is totally inconsistent with his bandit personality and logic.

But it doesn’t matter. If she holds on for a few more days, she will be able to escape from his clutches and return to Country C.

Everything about Xiao Yan and Nanyang will have nothing to do with her anymore.

This morning, when she was washing up, she had secretly contacted Su Cha. The message was sent to an old mobile phone number that Su Na didn't use. Their daily conversations were all in code, and they would delete the records after each contact, so it was not easy to detect.

She leaned there and fell asleep in a daze. It was easy to have nightmares when you fall asleep with your mind on the subject. She felt a big hand flick her head and break her neck.

"Don't kill me! I was wrong! I will behave myself from now on..."

Xiao Yan had just moved her head, which was tilted to one side, into his arms when he clearly heard these mumblings in his sleep.

Ye Xiaowu woke up with a scream, and suddenly met those sharp and narrow eyes. He was so scared that the blood drained from his face, and his pupils dilated and trembled.

That handsome face suddenly approached her, and he pressed his hand on the back of her neck, which was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, and asked with a faint smile: "What are you dreaming about? Who wants to kill you? Tell me, and I will kill him for you."

"..."

In the dream, she tipped off Su Cha and was caught by Xiao Yan. She didn't run away but was caught back. He didn't kill her with a shot, but took a knife and cut off pieces of her flesh, torturing her slowly.

At this moment, Xiao Yan's handsome and evil face made her hair stand on end, and waves of chills pressed down on her.

Xiao Yan held her icy hand and asked, "Why aren't you talking? Are you scared?"

Afraid of being discovered, she threw herself into his arms, hugged him tightly, and whispered: "It was Su Cha, I dreamed that Su Cha wanted to kill me..."

Xiao Yan was slightly startled, and after adapting to this sudden embrace, he stroked her thin and trembling back with his big hands, "If he dares to touch you, I will send his entire family to be buried with you."

Using the lightest tone, saying the cruelest words.

Xiao Yan was about to push her away to check her expression, but she clung to him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder and refusing to leave. "Xiao Yan, I'm so cold, don't push me away."

Her voice was pitiful, but very aggressive.

"Ye Xiaowu, you're hugging me without a blanket? Why are you acting like a piece of taffy?"

He expressed his disgust and pulled a blanket over her to wrap her up, but he didn't push her away.

On the contrary, the arms tightened.

He was in a good mood and bent down to kiss her cold forehead.

I spent the second half of the more than ten-hour journey resting my eyes. It was noon when I landed at Naples Airport.

The four of them went to a star-rated restaurant for dinner first.

After Ye Xiaowu had his fill of lobster pasta, Margherita pizza, fried seafood, foie gras macarons, and various Italian stews, Xiao Yan took him to his seaside villa in Naples to adjust to the jet lag and catch up on sleep.

Eagle accompanies Xiaodouzi to contact the mafia and repair the fighter plane.

Uncle Fei, Xiao Yan's villa steward, came to pick them up in a dark blue extended version of Ghost, and the car drove through the narrow and chaotic streets.

The laws in this city are generally ineffective, and the unwritten rules are far more important than the written regulations.

Ye Xiaowu looked out of the car window. The walls of the old and dilapidated buildings were covered with graffiti, homeless people were lying everywhere on the road, violence was raging in the corners without anyone to control it, there were noisy crowds, and motorcycles were speeding everywhere... It was shabby and noisy, but paradoxically showed a thriving vitality.

Uncle Fei, who was driving in front, asked in Italian: "Vincenzo, how long will you stay this time?"

Xiao Yan glanced at Mount Vesuvius in the distance and spoke in Italian: "I don't know how many days I'll stay. I have to go out and catch someone these days. Please help me keep an eye on her and don't let her run around."

Uncle Fei glanced at Ye Xiaowu in the rearview mirror, smiled meaningfully, and asked Xiao Yan: "Girlfriend or female companion?"

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows: "Is there a difference?"

Uncle Fei: "It's a huge difference. It completely determines how I should greet her and how I should keep an eye on her."

Xiao Yan leaned his elbows casually on the car window, thought for a few seconds, and smiled: "Not a girlfriend nor a female companion."

"That is?"

"wife."

He paused and said, "Treat her well and take her to Capri Island for vacation in a few days."

Uncle Fei responded, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Ye Xiaowu solemnly through the mirror, with a more charitable smile on his face.

They were speaking in Italian, and Ye Xiaowu couldn't understand them no matter how hard she tried. She thought Xiao Yan was trying to prevent her from talking to Uncle Fei about some confidential mission.

Only one name was captured.

She turned to look at him, "Vincenzo is your English name?"

Xiao Yan said: "It's an Italian name. You can call me by this name these days."

He has many passports, one of which has this name. His nationality is Italian. Vincenzo means victory and conqueror over evil in Italian.

Arriving at the villa, Ye Xiaowu took a deep sleep. When he woke up, the whole of Naples was bathed in the orange sunset, and Mount Vesuvius in the distance was majestic and dangerous.

Uncle Fei pushed a small silver dining cart onto the balcony and called her, "Miss Ye, I just asked the kitchen to make tiramisu and coffee. Please try them."

She was standing on the open-air balcony, looking through a telescope at the coastline and volcanoes in the distance.

Hearing Uncle Fei's voice, he turned around and was startled: "You can speak Chinese?"

Uncle Fei: “…”

She asked, "Xiao...Where's Vincenzo?"

"He went to the casino to check the accounts."

She was a little surprised: "He has a casino here?"

Uncle Fei did not hide anything and confessed: "Vincenzo has many businesses in Italy, and casinos are just one of them. I usually manage those businesses for him. Besides, Naples is his second home."

"Second hometown? Then his first hometown is..."

"He is actually a Chinese, but he can never go back to his first homeland."

She was quite shocked when the piece of tiramisu on her fork fell onto the plate.

Is Xiao Yan also a C countryman?

Uncle Fei looked at her and smiled: "But it doesn't matter, now we have Miss Ye. Where Miss Ye is is his hometown."

Ye Xiaowu didn't know what to say, so he smiled and said perfunctorily: "As long as I'm happy, wherever I am is my hometown, it doesn't matter."

Finally, Uncle Fei added: "Ms. Ye has good taste. Vincenzo is a good man, at least emotionally."

She agreed on the surface but despised it in her heart.

What kind of good man is this? What kind of good man forces a woman and erases her memory and uses a substitute? A good man won’t do this. These are things that scumbags do.

In the evening, Ye Xiaowu asked Xiao Yan to take her out for a walk, actually she wanted to survey the routes in the city.

Naples is unsafe during the day, and even more unsafe at night. This city is filled with passion and madness, just like Xiao Yan himself, elegant, violent, contradictory and dangerous.

The reason why she could walk around freely in this rough and chaotic neighborhood was entirely because of the man following behind her. He was dangerous yet gave her a sense of security.

Along the way, she asked for this and that, and bought a local lemon soda at a roadside convenience store. It was so delicious that she squinted her eyes.

Xiao Yan stared at her and raised the corner of his lips: "Is this thing so delicious?"

"If you don't believe it, try it."

She handed him the bottle, but Xiao Yan refused to take it. Instead, he held the back of her head and kissed her, sweeping it around her mouth. The sweet and sour lemon taste spread on the tip of her tongue.

He had drunk this kind of soda before, many times, but he didn't think it tasted very good.

This time, the taste is okay.

Unconsciously, he deepened the kiss.

The dim light enveloped them. Ye Xiaowu was leaning on a bottle of lemon soda in his left hand, with nowhere to put his hands. They were kissing unbridled in the chaotic, deep and noisy alley.

Kiss until suffocated.

There was the sound of a roaring motorcycle speeding past and whistling at them.

She opened her eyes slightly, and saw a figure flashing past Xiao Yan very quickly, and the latest limited edition gold-plated pistol on his waist was taken away.

She was so frightened that she shouted, "Thief!"

Xiao Yan curled his lips, turned slowly and looked at the person who ran into the alley. The prey was finally caught.

He strode over and blocked the other person at the end of the alley, looking at the yellow-haired boy with a proud look: "You've been here for a week, and you haven't even figured out the route yet, and you dare to steal my gun?"

He walked against the dim street light, and the yellow-haired boy faced the light, raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Xiao Yan.