"Weren't you in Zhongzhou watching Bo Luoxun running here?" Nangong Xianyue said coldly.

As for why Evan knew he was on the cruise ship, he was not surprised. His actions this time were not covert, he just avoided the sight of ordinary people, so it was not difficult for others to investigate.

"After fighting with Nanzhou for so long, I finally have a break. Of course I need to relax. As for my brother, don't worry, he can't fly out of the iron cage I carefully built." Ivan answered nonchalantly.

He boarded the cruise ship when it docked at the port two days ago, and was not in the same group as Nangong Xianyue and the others.

Nangong Xianyue sneered, "That's better."

"I've asked someone to book a private room at the restaurant on the third floor. I'll send it to you later, Mr. Nangong. See you in the evening."

"Master, if you have something to do, I'll go and take care of it in the evening." Qiu Yi still remembered that Qiao Yisha was still quarreling with him and was probably not available in the evening.

Nangong Xianyue chuckled, "We are partners after all, so it doesn't hurt to meet each other."

On the other side, in the casino box on the basement floor of the cruise ship, everyone dared to speak only after seeing Ivan hang up the phone. Ivan looked at the pile of chips in front of him and shook his head, "I won again, it's boring, is there anyone else signing up?"

For a moment, the spectators looked at each other, and no one dared to speak. Who would dare? This blond man had never lost since he came in.

The attendant's cell phone vibrated. He picked it up and saw that it was the person in charge of guarding Bo Luoxun.

He walked to the side and answered the phone, his face changed drastically. He immediately hung up the phone and leaned over to whisper in Ivan's ear, carefully reporting: "Your Highness, His Highness Bo Luoxun... escaped."

Ivan immediately grabbed his collar, his eyes darkening instantly: "What did you say?"

"The guard in charge just called and said...His Highness Bo Luoxun escaped." The attendant repeated tremblingly.

"Damn it, let them chase him, send helicopters and drones, we must catch him back!" he growled.

"Yes, I'll give the order immediately."

Ivan gritted his teeth. If he ran away at this critical moment, it would ruin his plans. Now he could only catch him back as soon as possible to prevent the news from reaching Nangong Xianyue's ears, otherwise all his efforts would be wasted.

I really underestimated my younger brother. He can’t even be locked up even when he’s so badly injured.

When Nangong Xianyue had free time, she returned to Qiao Yisha.

But when he pushed open the door of the suite, it was in a mess, as if it had been robbed.

The vase was broken into pieces and water stains were everywhere; the coffee table was overturned and looked like it had been hit hard, with cracks all over it; the pillow was cut open and the feathers inside were flying all over the place; the oil painting on the wall was splashed with red wine and was dripping with scarlet liquid.

There is absolutely no place to step anywhere.

Hearing the door open, the maids came over from the corner, stepping on the mess on the ground, all of them looking frightened.

"Master..." They didn't dare to raise their heads and held their hands tightly.

"What's going on? Where are the Isha people?"

"Are you looking for me?" A head popped out from behind the sofa. The woman had messy golden-brown curly hair, a wandering look in her eyes, flushed cheeks, and one of the straps of her white suspender skirt had slipped down her arm. She looked quite drunk.

"You're back." She spoke unclearly, climbed up from the ground to the back of the sofa, and then fell into the sofa with a bottle of wine and a wine glass in her hand.

Nangong Xianyue strode over, stepping over the broken glass and petals under his feet, snatched the wine from her hand, turned back and glared at her: "Is this how you take care of Isa?"

The maid shuddered, "We couldn't stop Miss Isa. After drinking, she started smashing things. She just asked someone to clean up and started smashing again. She also didn't let us go to call you."

"Everyone get out!" he growled coldly.

The maids hurriedly left, fearing to stay even a second longer.

"Give it back to me." Qiaoisha reached out to grab the bottle from his hand.

"Okay, drink next time. You've drunk enough." Nangong Xianyue's brows were twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

"Not much, just..." Qiao Yisha stretched out a hand, "Five bottles? Or six bottles? I can't remember."

Five bottles or six bottles? He looked at the ground and saw more than a dozen bottles lying crookedly, some of which were smashed, and some were empty, obviously drunk by her.

"Don't you know your alcohol tolerance? Are you going to die after drinking so much?" Nangong Xianyue shouted coldly, put the bottle on the ground, and then reached out to pick her up.

This place is no longer habitable, so they have to change to another room. Fortunately, they booked more than one room at that time.

"Let go of me. It's so hard... to get to drink such delicious wine. I will definitely... drink more." Qiao Yisha said in a daze while pushing him.

"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. I'll take you to rest. Stop making trouble."

"Get away from me! Leave me alone." Qiaoisha frowned and pushed him away, bending down to pick up the bottle.

But a hand with distinct knuckles took a step ahead of her, grabbed the bottle and slammed it against the wall. With a deafening bang, a red, flowing rose instantly bloomed on the white wall.

Qiaoisa was frightened by the voice, then looked up at him. His light gray eyes looked at her solemnly, and those passionate peach blossom eyes were filled with disappointment that suppressed anger at this moment.

She was becoming more and more unwilling. She fell off the sofa and stepped barefoot on the ground, stumbling towards the wine cabinet. In the glass cabinets covering one wall, various expensive wines, whiskeys, brandies, vodkas were neatly arranged...

She raised her fingertips and just touched a bottle of brandy, wanting to take it down, but Nangong Xianyue's snow-white hand came in front of her again, picked up the bottle and threw it back casually, and with a "bang", the sound of the bottle exploding was heard again.

"Keep taking it." A cold male voice sounded in her ears.

Qiao Yisha turned around and leaned against the wine cabinet. Her amber pupils were filled with mist and extremely hazy. She looked up at Nangong Xianyue. The feelings of grievance, helplessness and sourness could not be suppressed and surged into her heart. She forced herself to suppress the feeling of sore nose.

“Why… do you… care about me? I just want to drink…” She spoke slowly, reeking of alcohol, the hem of her white dress was stained red.

"I don't care about you, who do you want to care about you?" He lifted the hair covering her cheeks and answered calmly.

Nangong Xianyue was not angry, but just heartbroken. He knew that she just didn't remember it and didn't know that her only relative and lover in this world was him, otherwise she would not be so painful.

"I hate you."

"Okay, then I hate it." Nangong Xianyue curled the corners of his mouth.

"I hate you."

"I know."

"I can't even endure 99 days. I hope you die every day." Her heart was shaking violently when she spoke harshly to him. Love is a double-edged sword. It wanted to hurt him, but it hurt herself more.

"...Does it hurt you so much to be with me?" He clenched his fists tightly, and a dark flash appeared in his eyes.

"Yes, it was more painful than being with Bo Luoxun. At least then, I was free." She smiled, but her eyes were red.

Since she said that, Nangong Xianyue should be angry, should fight back, ridicule her, and say, "Do you think you are important?"

Instead of acting like he cared about her, he asked her if she was in pain.

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