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

Ye Xiaowu lay on his back, hiding his thoughts and planning his escape route, and did not listen to his words for a while.

My thigh ached as it was pinched hard.

Xiao Yan lifted her onto his shoulders and shook her. He looked at her in a clear and perceptive manner and asked, "What are you looking around for? Are you looking for the pier?"

The tone was light and normal, without any sharp questioning.

But she was just nervous, and she tried to stay calm and change the subject lightly: "I see how far the pier is from us. We have to go out to sea in the afternoon, but my feet hurt."

Xiao Yan said calmly: "Then I won't go."

"We finally got a chance to take a vacation, and we've only been playing for the morning. Wouldn't it be a waste if we just stayed in the hotel for the afternoon?" She sounded quite regretful.

The man raised an eyebrow: "Your feet aren't hurting? Or do you want me to carry you around the island?"

"..."

She didn't, absolutely didn't have such a bold idea, "I'm just worried that you'd find it boring to stay in the hotel."

In fact, she was worrying too much.

The vacation process that Xiao Yan enjoyed was to enjoy the scenery in the top luxury hotel, drink the best wine, and sleep on a beach chair for an entire afternoon. It was definitely not like what he was doing now, running so far with a woman on his back and climbing to the top of the mountain in the scorching sun just for a bite of some lemon dessert.

Of course, now there is one more enjoyment for him when he is on vacation: sleeping with Ye Xiaowu.

After having a hearty lunch at the top of the mountain, it was terribly hot when they went down the mountain. She kept lifting her long hair that was not tied up behind her neck, and her eyes fell on the red hairband on his wrist.

With just one look from her, Xiao Yan understood: "Want it?"

"...Can I borrow it?" Then he remembered that this was his dead white moonlight's hair band, and he was afraid that it would not work, so he added: "It's okay if you don't lend it to me, I'll buy one when I go down the mountain later."

The man took it off and handed it to her generously.

Just lend it to her like that?

Borrowing is quite casual.

It seems that the dead Bai Yueguang is not that important.

Men usually use the method of missing their dead white moonlight to highlight their deep affection, but this does not affect them from talking about love with other women while missing their white moonlight.

Well, it’s really scumbag.

She picked up the red hairband and tied it into a high ponytail. The sea breeze blew across the uncovered back of her neck, making her feel cool and comfortable. Even her steps down the mountain became much lighter.

She walked in front.

Xiao Yan looked at the red hairband and the swaying ponytail on her head, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Fifteen years have passed, and Ye Xiaowu has become just a smaller version of himself, but his personality hasn't changed at all, and he's still as annoying as ever.

When you get to the foot of the mountain, there are small shops all around the island.

In order to completely dispel Xiao Yan's suspicion, she held a lemon smoothie to cool off and looked at the souvenirs.

I picked several.

I brought the postcard back to Nanyang and gave it to Suna.

The shell wind chime is a gift for Xiaodouzi.

The lemon hairpin is for Xiao Taozi.

The small porcelain plate with a seaside scene painted on it is for Xiao Mazi.

……

Even the eagle got a gift, a wine glass with a lemon pattern painted on it.

She thought of almost everyone.

Xiao Yan looked at her with a half-smile, "Where's mine?"

"You're already here, do you still need me to bring you a souvenir?"

"Why not?"

Ye Xiaowu waved his hand and said generously: "Brother Yan, you can pick any one you want."

Xiao Yan glared at her, not sure whether to laugh or not, which was quite creepy, "Ye Xiaowu, can you be less sincere?"

"..."

Someone said, "You pick for me."

She was picking and choosing in the small shop, and she immediately fell in love with a small old silver bell. The bell was strung with a black rope, which was very suitable for a man to wear on his wrist.

There is a small card next to it that introduces the origin of the bell, with an introduction in English.

The story of a shepherd boy who, after losing his only sheep, hears the call of the bell, meets Saint Michel and is blessed by the bell.

During World War II, these bells were very popular among soldiers, who wore them as good luck charms.

Ye Xiaowu picked up one and said, "This is it."

I tied it around his wrist, and when he shook it gently, it made a clear jingling sound, but it was neither loud nor harsh.

Xiao Yan lowered his eyes and glanced at him, frowning slightly: "Ye Xiaowu, am I your dog?"

"what?"

He said disdainfully: "Only dogs wear bells."

She corrected him: "People wrote it, it's obviously a good luck charm."

Xiao Yan said with a smile: "Nowadays, you have to make up a story behind everything you sell."

It’s best to have a sensational, tragic story, so that a lot of people will buy it.

Ye Xiaowu coaxed casually: "Oh, it's better to believe it, what if it really can bring you luck? Besides, this is the only one in this store that looks good and special, how about I give you a postcard?"

Xiao Yan received the gift and pulled it out with his big hand: "This is it, go and pay."

Even though he disliked it, he still wore it on his wrist.

His lucky bell is at least much more expensive than Suna's postcard that just goes with the crowd.

Ye Xiaowu paid the bill and asked him while holding the bag of souvenirs: "When are we going back to Nanyang?"

Xiao Yan tilted his head and glanced at her indifferently: "Are you really not going to run or are you going to take a break before running?"

The tone was joking, as if he was joking.

She scolded him and deliberately got angry: "Whether I run or not, you can always catch me back. If that's the case, why should I waste my energy running? Or, I don't want to run anymore and want to stay by your side for a long time, but you find it boring and bored?"

Xiao Yan looked at her quietly, with a playful look on his lips.

Ye Xiaowu's desire to perform became stronger and stronger: "You men are always more excited when you can't get what you want, right? If you like playing hard to get, I will run every day and you will be responsible for it if I break my legs."

"But there is one thing. If I run away, you can't be angry if you catch me back."

Xiao Yan: "Why?"

She raised her eyebrows and said as a matter of course: "I ran because I wanted to please you. Otherwise, why would I run? I ran because I was sick."

His smile widened, his eyes clear and sharp, "To pave the way for your next escape?"

"...!"

She raised her finger and said sincerely, "I didn't. I swear, if I run again, you will break my legs."

Xiao Yan grasped the finger she had sworn with and pulled her into his arms, "I can't bear to break your legs."

This guy still has some humanity.

Just as she was thinking this, Xiao Yan smiled at her and calmly dropped a bomb: "If you run away again, I'll catch you and give you a child. What do you say?"

...Not very good.

Break her legs.

When she froze, Xiao Yan was already walking forward happily, and the man's back looked arrogant and wanton.

It is unclear whether what I just said is true or false.

When Ye Xiaowu followed him, his heart was pounding and he wanted to kneel down to him.

They enjoyed the sea breeze all day, looked at the azure jelly sea at the Cliff Hotel, and began kissing on the terrace. They kissed into the room, and Xiao Yan pushed her into the large bathtub that was already filled with water.

We ended the outdoor trip early and returned to the hotel not to rest, but to sleep with her.

In short, Ye Xiaowu cannot sit idle.

I run when I have nothing to do.

At night, there is no sunlight on the island, and the sea breeze blows, making it cool and comfortable.

Ye Xiaowu drank a lot of iced drinks in the bar on the island and looked for a toilet on the way back to the hotel.

This state lasted until the next night.

She said she was not used to the climate here and had gone to the toilet several times on the island since last night, with the last one being at eight o'clock in the evening.

Xiao Yan stood outside and waited for about ten minutes. There was a faint murderous aura in the crowd.

A signal exploded in the sky.

His keen alertness made him rush into the women's restroom. After a few screams, he only caught a woman who had exchanged clothes with Ye Xiaowu. Ye Xiaowu was wearing someone else's clothes and mixed in the crowd. He ran away a few minutes ago.

He looked up and climbed over the glass window above the women's restroom, temporarily shaking off the killer who had been following him in the crowd.

He jumped out of the window easily, and Ye Xiaowu at the dock just escaped onto the speedboat.

The moment the waves swept in and the speedboat sailed away, she subconsciously looked back and met Xiao Yan's sharp gaze.

The man was standing not far away, with a smile on his face, which made people feel cold all over.

She couldn't help but speed up, and the waves left behind the speedboat became more intense.

Xiao Yan picked up the tactical backpack on the ground and sneered.

The man ran away, but he still remembered to leave the ammunition for him.

Does this mean he should die or not?

He packed up quickly, and the bell on his right wrist rang. At the same time, a gunshot pierced the night.

Bullets fired.

He fell down quickly and rolled down the slope.

He violently ripped off the bell on his wrist, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Ye Xiaowu.

Lingling also cheated him!