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

On the way back to the hotel from the dock, Yan Haoyue racked his brains to think of how to escape this disaster.

When Xiao Yan carried her on his shoulders and threw her back onto the bed, the moment he leaned forward, warm blood dripped onto her neck.

The wound on his left ear, which was grazed by a bullet, was oozing blood.

Her eyes lit up instantly, and she pushed him away, saying flatteringly: "I did it, I'm responsible, where is the medicine box?"

Under normal circumstances, Xiao Yan would not care about such a minor injury at all.

But since she was so attentive, he didn't bother to refuse. "In the kitchen cabinet."

Yan Haoyue was just feeling lucky that he had escaped for the time being when there was another knock on the door.

This time it's the Eagle.

Xiao Yan frowned, glanced at the woman who was deliberately dawdling in the kitchen, and warned in his voice: "Be honest, I'm not in the mood to play cat and mouse with you tonight."

Yan Haoyue was a person who could read people's expressions. Xiao Yan's patience had probably been worn out tonight. If she ran away again and was caught, something bad would probably happen.

After weighing the pros and cons, she said honestly, smiling, "I'm not running. Now I'm hungry from running. I just want to cook something for myself."

This open kitchen is large, beautiful and easy to use, but it has nothing in it and there is no trace of life at all.

Xiao Yan stood up and walked out the door, and went up to the sky garden on the top floor of the hotel with Lao Ying to discuss things.

The night breeze blew across the terrace, rippling the clear water in the infinity pool.

Xiao Yan sat on a rattan lounge chair beside the infinity pool, lit a cigarette, and asked, "How is the matter going?"

Old Eagle stood aside and nodded, reporting: "We have found a female corpse that is similar in shape to Miss Haoyue. Her face was blown beyond recognition, which just saved us the trouble. It will be sent to the morgue of Nanyang Central Hospital tonight. I believe the Yan family will receive a call from the Central Hospital soon to send someone to pick her up."

Once the Yan family determined that Yan Haoyue died in the explosion, they would no longer ask local investigators to look for him. Those missing person notices were all over the streets and alleys, which was quite troublesome.

Xiao Yan solved a problem, and his gloomy brows slightly brightened up. "Have you found the house I asked you to look for?"

"Found it. It's behind Hong Kong Street. It's a little off the beaten track compared to Hong Kong Street, but it's quiet. It's not as noisy as Hong Kong Street. It's quite suitable for home living. I took a photo."

Eagle opened the photo album on his phone and handed the photo over.

Xiao Yan took a glance and saw the small Nanyang retro-style villa in the photo bathed in the sun. The small open-air balconies on the second and third floors were full of green plants, full of vitality.

It was pretty much the same house as she had described.

“When will it be ready?”

Old Eagle said, "The day after tomorrow at the latest. If it's fast, we can move in tomorrow evening. But... Boss, isn't it too dangerous to move out of the hotel?"

The biggest gang leader on Hong Kong Street was originally Huang Longwang. After Xiao Yan shot him dead at No. 33 Hong Kong Street, he became famous overnight and quickly gained his own power.

As soon as Huang Longwang died, the local J agency in Nanyang was busy getting along with Xiao Yan.

A character who is more ruthless than the Yellow Dragon King will definitely be able to help the local Nanyang government to bring order to the streets of Hong Kong, where riots often occur.

In Southeast Asia, fighting evil with evil is the norm, because there are too many gangs, big and small, and the local forces are weak and difficult to govern.

If you can't win, let these gangs check and balance each other. When a new boss emerges, he can curb the countless small leaders running around. They just stand by and watch. As long as they can reach a common goal with the most powerful boss, the land of Nanyang can be peaceful for a long time.

The J Department was happy to associate with a "cultured and reasonable" boss like Xiao Yan, because Xiao Yan was not like Huang Longwang who would go crazy at any time, and when he went crazy there would be no peace on the streets of Hong Kong.

Xiao Yan had dealings with the Nanyang J Agency, taking advantage of each other and only caring about interests.

Only when the interests cannot be negotiated will violence be resorted to.

Xiao Yan seized the control of Hong Kong Street from the Yellow Dragon King. Now, Su Cha can't tell the big and small kings apart, and wants to compete with Xiao Yan for the control of this street.

Recently, the people of Sucha have been quite restless.

Throughout Nanyang, there are countless people who want to kill Xiao Yan and become the next Hong Kong street boss.

Old Eagle said worriedly, "Why don't we wait until things are settled down before moving there?"

stable?

After hearing these two words, Xiao Yan sneered: "For someone like me, is there ever going to be a day of peace and stability?"

You can't wait, so there's no need to wait.

Old Eagle pursed his lips and said with a conflicted look: "I have already given all the IDs that can prove Miss Haoyue to the female corpse. The Yan family shouldn't be suspicious. But Boss, do you really want to keep Miss Haoyue by your side? What if she remembers and hates you..."

Xiao Yan seemed to hear something funny, "Do I look like I'm afraid of being hated?"

So many people hated him that they dreamed of killing him, but he was the least afraid of being hated.

Hate is good.

It’s a thousand times better than having nothing.

He then asked, "Have you dealt with all those messy missing persons notices?"

Eagle: "All pressed."

"Good."

Xiao Yan finished smoking the cigarette, pressed the butt into the ashtray, stood up, walked towards the elevator, and told Lao Ying: "Ask the catering department to send up a meal."

Old Eagle: "Is Miss Haoyue eating this? Is there anything special she shouldn't eat?"

Xiao Yan thought for a few seconds and said, "I don't eat onions."

He once hid in South City and served as her bodyguard for a while in disguise.

One time when they were eating in a restaurant, she didn't know if she was teasing him or if she really hated onions, she pushed the French cream of mushroom soup in front of her and asked him to pick out all the chopped onions.

At that time, Xiao Yan even wanted to draw his gun.

There are people who are difficult to deal with. I have never seen anyone so difficult to deal with.

He actually has a bad temper, but he held back his temper and finished the selection.

Hawk nodded, "Okay, I'll tell the kitchen not to add onions."

In the Nanyang diet, there are many foods that contain onions.

A dark light flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes, "No, I mean, add more."

He was curious whether she really hated onions or was just teasing him.

Arrived at the executive suite level.

The elevator door opened, and Xiao Yan ordered coldly: "From now on, there will be no Miss Haoyue, only Ye Xiaowu, and don't call the dead person's name anymore."

The old eagle felt the pressure, and nodded slightly, "Yes."

When Xiao Yan returned to the suite, Ye Xiaowu was rummaging around in the open kitchen like a starving ghost, but couldn't find any ingredients.

So when the kitchen brought over the sumptuous meal, her eyes sparkled.

But as soon as she opened the cover of the dishes, she felt unwell. Among the ten dishes, eight had onions, and she didn't like the other two.

Xiao Yan sat next to her and looked at her, "It looks like you are not hungry."

Yan Haoyue sharpened his knife and fork, gritting his teeth and said, "Does the cook in this kitchen grow onions at home? I hate eating onions the most. What kind of fiancé are you? You are so unqualified that you don't even know that I hate eating onions."

Xiao Yan curled his lips: "I know."

"You know you ordered a bunch of onions for me?"

Xiao Yan picked up the chopsticks and patiently picked the onions while saying, "You also asked me to pick onions for you before."

It seems like a casual sentence, but it is very thoughtful.

Yan Haoyue was immediately curious: "So, we were a real couple before?"

Xiao Yan said something that shocked her even more, "You like cream of mushroom soup, but you don't like the chopped onions in it."

"You know this as well?"

Haoyue widened her eyes, almost unable to tell whether his words were true or false.

If he wasn't familiar with her, how could he know her private and niche taste?

After a while, Xiao Yan picked out all the chopped onions from the mushroom soup and pushed it in front of her, "Drink it."

Yan Haoyue looked at him strangely, but she was too hungry, so she decided to eat first before thinking about the mystery.

Wait until she has almost finished eating.

Xiao Yan sat down beside the bed, pressed the intercom on the landline on the bedside table, and called the front desk: "Send up the box cover, extra large size."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Yan Haoyue choked on the food in his esophagus and started coughing violently.

What the hell?

She thought she was safe, at least for tonight!

The result...is this working after eating?