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

Ye Xiaowu took a deep breath and muttered, "You heard everything and you're still asking me."

Xiao Yan leaned over there and looked at her, sneering: "The plane will transfer in Los Angeles. If you want to go back to South City, get off the plane."

He wanted to see how bold she was if he didn't care about anything.

Let her get used to it.

Do whatever you want and have everything satisfied, but the result is even more aggressiveness.

You deserve a beating, right?

She had been stuck in the box for so long, and she thought that if she appeared in front of him like this, he would at least be surprised.

But there was nothing.

The feeling of emptiness intensified, and a feeling of grievance surged up: "Just get off the plane, why are you so fierce?"

After saying this, his eyes turned red.

But she acted more courageously, getting off his lap and getting up to leave.

Xiao Yan grabbed her wrist and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Anyway, you'll just feel annoyed if I appear in front of you. I'll sit next to Chen Anran and get off the plane by myself when I arrive in Los Angeles."

What indulgence, compromise, bullshit.

He just didn't love her as much anymore and didn't care as much about her, so even after they reconciled, he was still cold.

Mexico is dangerous, is it more dangerous than the Savage Mountains?

Why can we go to Savage Mountain but not Mexico?

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She said in a tough voice, "Don't worry, I won't come to you again."

Grass.

I can’t even talk about it now.

He runs away after just a few words. He is not as well behaved as before.

Xiao Yan's eyes were filled with a sinister and cold expression. "You're not looking for me. Are you going back to South City?"

"You've already let me off the plane, why do you care where I go? I left South City for New York to wait for you. Since you think I'm a nuisance now, I just need to get out of your sight. Whether I go back to New York or South City is none of your business."

He raised his hand, took off the Buddhist beads on his left wrist and threw them on the table.

Her throat felt sore and her sobs sounded particularly aggrieved, but what she did was particularly infuriating.

Xiao Yan was very angry and ordered coldly: "Put it back."

She stared at him with red eyes, feeling a little scared but also very aggrieved, and forced herself to stay still.

I have grown up.

Xiao Yan stared at her, his gaze pressing straight at her without a trace of detour, like a cold sharp blade that was going to slice off her flesh, piece by piece.

"I say it again, put it back on."

He was still sitting there lazily, with a nonchalant sneer at the corner of his lips, which was dangerous.

A sharp and oppressive chill enveloped Ye Xiaowu's head.

Ye Xiaowu felt as if a gun was pointed at his forehead, and his breathing became extremely difficult.

She obviously didn't expect to completely anger Xiao Yan.

The tears fell even harder.

With trembling fingers, he picked up the Buddhist beads and put them back on himself.

Cowardly and aggrieved.

Xiao Yan glanced at her gloomily, and seeing her aggrieved look, he calmed down a little, "Do you still want to go back to South City?"

She muttered, "You told me to get off the plane...I said that on purpose."

Xiao Yan sneered and pulled the man into his arms and sat him down. "I also told you not to go to Mexico. Did you listen?"

He just hid in the box and followed me.

She subconsciously retorted: "If I can go to Savage Mountain, why can't I go to Mexico?"

Xiao Yan just looked at her, wiped away her tears with his fingertips, and laughed angrily: "You are not afraid of death, right?"

Ye Xiaowu buried his face in his arms, hugged him tightly and said, "As long as you are here, I am not afraid of death."

"Then why are you throwing beads to irritate me?"

Ye Xiaowu complained, "I was almost suffocating hiding in the box, and I thought I would show up to give you a surprise, but not only did you not surprise me, you even asked me to get off the plane."

Xiao Yan pinched her face and said, "The bad guy complains first, right? Who was the one who got angry first and told me to send you back to South City?"

"If you let me get off the plane, I will go back to South City."

Ah.

She's got some guts.

"You're fine again, aren't you?"

Xiao Yan was annoyed and said half-truthfully: "If you dare to go back to Nancheng, I will arrange for drones to drop bombs on Fengxing."

Ye Xiaowu didn't take it seriously. He climbed up from his arms and tried to get some water. His voice was a little hoarse from crying just now. He said to him, "You're really good at threatening people."

He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her back, and their eyes met again.

Xiao Yan raised his lip playfully: "Didn't your brother-in-law tell you how his SY building was bombed?"

Ye Xiaowu's eyes widened. "You, you blew it up?"

The matter was suppressed at the time and there was no media coverage.

The smile on his lips was light, but extremely vicious: "What do you think? If he doesn't want to do anything, I won't mess with him. The same goes for you, be honest."

Ye Xiaowu curled his lips, "I'm not dishonest. I finally came to Nanyang to find you. Just as we got back together, you drove me away. We've been apart for a long time."

Xiao Yan looked down at her frustrated expression, and his heart softened: "Is this why you insisted on going to Mexico with me?"

She rubbed against his arms and said in a muffled voice: "Xiao Yan...I missed you so much during the two years we were apart."

No, I don’t want to.

Xiao Yan was still a little angry, but seeing how she depended on him, he pressed her head with his big hand and said, "Okay, I forgive you."

Forgive everything.

Ye Xiaowu looked at him in a daze, "Forgive me for what?"

Is it Xiao Xiaowu’s death?

Xiao Yan smiled and said, "You still want me to list your crimes for you, right? How many bad things have you and Chen Anran done behind my back?"

"I let you go back to New York this time and gave you freedom. I was right, wasn't I? This is the freedom you wanted. If you don't want it, don't ask for it in the future."

Ye Xiaowu corrected him: "I want freedom, but...but I also want to be with you."

No one is crazy and doesn't like freedom, but I also want to be with him and don't want to be apart all the time.

She longed for the warmth of the moment and also succumbed to the tenderness of the moment.

She was used to living alone before, but after this experience with him, she began to crave for it.

The feelings that Xiao Yan brought to her were very complicated, far more than the simple heartbeat and love between men and women, but also the sense of belonging of family members who depended on each other.

It was a deep bond that she had never felt with anyone else.

Xiao Yan looked at her with a deepening gaze, but threatened: "There are many rats in Mexico, aren't you afraid?"

Ye Xiaowu was so afraid of mice that his hair stood on end when he heard the word "mouse".

She felt a little nauseous: "... I'm afraid."

Xiao Yan held her in his arms, feeling extremely happy. He played with her hair with his fingers, and his words became more and more irrelevant: "The gangs over there are all big drug lords, and they are very good at killing people and fighting. What should I do if I can't beat them?"

What he said was so sincere that Ye Xiaowu believed it. He looked at him timidly and listlessly: "You really can't beat him?"

"Can't beat it."

"So you're still doing business there?"

Xiao Yan curled his lips wantonly: "Who told me to be both naive and money-loving?"

Is this talking about him?

Why does it feel like I'm scolding her?

But she has no evidence.

Xiao Yan asked in a deep voice: "What if I die?"

Ye Xiaowu looked at him helplessly, opened his mouth, and felt sad again, "Do you have to talk about such a heavy topic?"

Xiao Yan had no intention of stopping and was about to ask the answer he wanted to hear: "If I die, what will you do?"

Ye Xiaowu drooped his head, "I'm going with you. If you die, I will definitely not survive. We can only die together."

As she finished her words.

Xiao Yan pressed her neck and kissed her hotly, followed by a vicious threat: "Ye Xiaowu, if you dare to throw the Buddhist beads again, I will chop off your hand, do you hear me?"

Eagle and Oscar in the back seat looked at each other.

No, the boss drank so much during the day that he kept talking nonsense all the way.

What about being unable to win, what about being a wimp and loving money, what about life and death, is this Xiao Yan himself?