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

He leaned over and pushed her knees apart.

"Have something to say?"

Yan Haoyue felt a chill under her bathrobe, but her face was steaming. She put her hands on his chest and laughed dryly, "I said... don't get so close."

She retreated to the bed and tried to crawl away, but her slender white ankle was firmly grasped by the big hand, which pulled her back with force.

Her face smashed into his solid chest.

The hem of her bathrobe was lifted up by this action, and the palm of her hand ironing her thigh felt like a cluster of flames.

Xiao Yan stood between her legs, staring at her with a playful and ruffian look, not missing any wonderful expression on her face: "What's the trick of not wearing it?"

"Are you testing me, or are you testing yourself?"

Her smile was stiffer than a zombie's. "Is there a possibility that I don't want to test you or myself... I simply don't have any underwear to wear..."

As he spoke, he tried to move his body backwards, but he couldn't move away because his hands were tightly gripping her thighs.

His dark and fiery gaze slowly moved downward.

The spring scenery is in full view.

Just when she was about to hit someone with shame and anger - great, there was a polite knock on the door.

She reached out to push Xiao Yan's hand away, and said in a negotiating tone: "Fiancé, someone is coming, shall we stop for a while?"

Xiao Yan teased her, "Want to continue later?"

"..."

Outside the door, a cold and elegant female voice came: "A Yan?"

The moment Xiao Yan let go of her, Yan Haoyue quickly got up, straightened her bathrobe, and looked as if nothing had happened.

"I'll go to the bedroom first."

This executive suite is very large and has two bedrooms, a master bedroom and a second bedroom, as well as a living room, dining room and an open kitchen.

After Yan Haoyue ran away, Xiao Yan went to open the door.

The person who came was a young woman carrying a medicine box. She was very good at medicine. After studying medicine in the United States, she had been following Xiao Yan and was also a member of the society.

A week ago, Xiao Yan was burned on the back by ammunition while trying to save a woman in the Chinatown bombing.

The wound is not big, but not small either.

Chen Anran came here tonight to change his dressing.

Before changing the dressing, she went to the bathroom and washed her hands carefully. In the laundry basket in the corner of the bathroom, she saw the woman's underwear.

She pursed her lips, came out of the bathroom, and asked casually: "Will it cause unnecessary trouble if I bring her with me?"

When she and Lao Ying arrived at the scene of the explosion, they saw with their own eyes that Xiao Yan held the woman tightly in his arms. The remaining power of the ammunition and fire was almost entirely blocked by his back.

The woman was in a coma at the time and knew nothing about it.

Xiao Yan had already taken off his shirt, revealing the burns on his back. His thin muscles were smooth and powerful. He turned his back to Chen Anran and said, "I don't know if this will cause any trouble, but it will be a lot of fun."

Chen Anran disinfected his hands, put on medical gloves, and sat behind him to treat the wound on his back.

If you raise your head slightly, you can see his deep and three-dimensional profile. When he said this, the corners of his lips were slightly raised. The arc was very shallow, but hard to ignore.

Chen Anran smiled without any emotion, but her smile faded, and she said softly, "If she knew why she lost her memory and stayed with you, would she still have fun?"

"safely."

This sound, cold and oppressive, is a warning.

As Chen Anran applied the medicine, he said, "Don't worry, I don't need to tell you now. Unless one day her existence becomes really dangerous to you, then even if you object, I will find a way to get rid of her or get rid of her for you."

Xiao Yan glanced sideways, "Send her away or get rid of her without your help. Chen Anran, if you dare, we will be finished."

His voice was ordinary and cold, but his eyes were so dark and threatening that he seemed to want to stab her.

Chen Anran was distracted for a moment, and tactfully ended the topic. Looking at the burns on his back that had not yet scabbed over, he reminded him, "You're going to Italy to trade with Adam in half a month, so you're bound to get some bumps and scrapes. I'll accompany you..."

Xiao Yan interrupted her: "I can just take the eagle."

"Only the eagle?"

He was silent.

Chen Anran laughed, "You bring Ye Xiaowu with you, what can she do to help you?"

Yan Haoyue heard the low-pitched arguing, tiptoed out of the master bedroom in slippers, and leaned against the wall to listen.

The female doctor who treated Xiao Yan's wound seemed to regard her as a love rival.

Her fiancé is really a playboy. He gave her two love rivals in one day.

Maybe Su Na was only partially interested in Xiao Yan, and was simply obsessed with his face.

But this female doctor seems to really like Xiao Yan... What is their relationship? It seems that they have a close relationship.

Why did she lose her memory? Wasn't it because of a concussion?

This female doctor seems to know a lot.

Just as she was lying there trying to continue eavesdropping, a frightening male voice sounded from across the air.

"Is it fun hiding there and eavesdropping?"

Yan Haoyue's scalp felt numb and he banged his forehead against the wall twice in annoyance.

This Xiao Yan, is someone with super vision and super hearing.

She had no choice but to stand up and say, "I was thirsty and wanted to drink some water. I was just passing by. I was really just passing by."

Xiao Yan glanced at her coldly.

His eyes were sharp and penetrating, and he watched her talk nonsense quietly.

She fixed her eyes on Chen Anran and tried to change the subject: "Am I disturbing you? How about you continue..."

Xiao Yan said, "You go back."

Yan Haoyue thought that this was directed at her, so she breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around: "Okay, okay."

Chen Anran left with the medicine box. When she passed by Yan Haoyue, she called her, "Miss Ye."

She smiled and said, "Hello."

Chen Anran extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Chen Anran."

"Ms. Chen, hello."

Chen Anran looked at the white gauze wrapped around her forehead and said with a smile: "If your head still hurts, you can come to me. I'm a doctor. Your concussion before..."

"Chen Anran." Xiao Yan was obviously displeased, "It's getting late, you can go back now."

Chen Anran left.

Yan Haoyue subconsciously wanted to run back to the bedroom, but the man grabbed the back collar of his bathrobe, pulled it back, and pushed him into the sofa.

She is down there.

Xiao Yan did not put his shirt back on. He was upper body naked, and his palms were ironing her thighs, moving up inch by inch.

Compared to Xiao Yan's predatory, fierce and determined eyes, her eyes were wandering.

But the muscles in his shoulder blades, chest, and arms were full of tension. She looked away, but then unconsciously drifted back.

"You, you still have an injury on your back, you're not suitable for strenuous exercise!"

She pushed him away and struggled to sit up.

The big hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder, forcing him down.

"You mean, once my back injury heals, I can do strenuous exercise with you?"

"..."

No, what kind of comprehension ability does he have?

Her eyes suddenly widened, and when her mind went blank, she found a breakthrough point: "Is that Chen Anran your lover?"