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

"Boss Xiao, do you have any strong evidence to prove it?"

Stopping a flight is no small matter.

Xiao Yan's voice was calm and casual: "I heard that Inspector Ang wants to run for the position of Director General?"

Aung San smiled and said, "I do have this plan, but I am not very ambitious. It would be best if I can be elected, but it doesn't matter if I can't be elected."

He spoke conservatively and modestly.

Xiao Yan was a very straightforward person and didn't bother to beat around the bush with him. "Inspector Ang wanted to get me and Su Cha to do the frosting business together. To put it bluntly, wasn't it all for money?"

Aung San pondered and said nothing for a while.

Xiao Yan said calmly, "Contact Nanyang Airport now to have flight NY880 return. I will cover all the expenses for Inspector Ang's election campaign."

Aung San hesitated slightly.

"Isn't this...not good?"

"You have one minute to think about it. I'm not in a hurry. Inspector Ang, take your time."

Xiao Yan smoked a cigarette slowly.

The blue-orange flame from the lighter just lit the cigarette.

Aung San Suu Kyi said: "If the terrorists cannot be caught, how can we comfort the passengers who were turned back?"

This is the best solution for Xiao Yan.

It's nothing but money. If it can't solve the passengers' annoyance, it's simply that the compensation is not big enough.

After reaching an agreement, Aung San immediately went to work.

Xiao Yan hung up the phone, sat in the base's monitoring room, and took a look at the surveillance screen.

Chen Anran pushed the door open.

Xiao Yan's voice was extremely cold: "Are you here to ask for forgiveness?"

"Ye Xiaowu doesn't love you, and she even teamed up with Su Cha to kill you. Let her go, it will be good for both you and her."

What's the point of continuing to be entangled like this?

Is he going to wait for Ye Xiaowu to come and kill him a second time?

But if Xiao Yan was willing to give in, he should have killed Ye Xiaowu directly after breaking six ribs on Capri Island.

He is determined to neither kill nor let go.

The man stood up as if he had heard nothing.

Chen Anran stopped him, looked up at him and said, "You have lived through all these years without Ye Xiaowu, why do you insist on having her? It would be fine if she is willing, but she is not willing. In order to leave you, she even kills you."

If Ye Xiaowu hadn't stayed with him for this period of time, she wouldn't have known that he could break his bottom line and principles to this extent for someone.

Even if Ye Xiaowu betrayed him and wanted to kill him, he would just stubbornly keep her captive by his side.

In the past, the most important things to Xiao Yan were business, money, and power. He would kill anyone who stood in the way of his business and wealth.

But now Ye Xiaowu is also hindering his business, but she heard from Xiao Douzi that he even wanted to become Kunk, the American who did business with them.

He was willing to cut off this business line, not for anything else, but because Kunk kidnapped Ye Xiaowu.

"What do you like about Ye Xiaowu? I have what she has. Am I not as pretty as her, or am I not as good-looking as her?"

She has always been restrained and self-controlled, and has never spoken out of turn like this in front of Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan looked at her, probably feeling unfamiliar, and frowned slightly, saying, "Don't go crazy."

go Ape?

If she was crazy, then what about him? Leaving someone who wanted to kill him by his pillow, wasn't he even crazier?

Xiao Yan walked around her and insisted on intercepting her, but Chen Anran grabbed his arm.

"Ayan, I beg you, please let Ye Xiaowu go and don't go look for her..."

In the past, she could still pretend to be noble by his side, trying hard to play the role of a confidant and comrade-in-arms who wanted nothing for himself. But after Ye Xiaowu appeared, the sea of ​​desire in her heart was completely stirred up.

She finally made the ridiculous discovery that the reason she was able to sit still before was simply because she felt that besides her, there was no one else around Xiao Yan. She was the only woman by Xiao Yan's side.

But they didn't break the window paper between them. Even Oscar, who had followed Xiao Yan for many years, called her "sister-in-law" half jokingly and half seriously.

Every time he was injured, she was the one who took care of him.

Even Xiaodouzi asked when they planned to get married and have children.

But why...everything changed when Ye Xiaowu came.

She could no longer maintain her composure, and even her remaining dignity was torn to pieces. As long as there was a glimmer of hope to keep him, she didn't want to let it go.

At this moment, all reason is gone.

The skirt on her body fell to the ground. She stood in front of him with red eyes: "Ye Xiaowu can make you sleep, so can I."

Xiao Yan's eyes were indifferent without any fluctuation.

He said, “Don’t be hard on yourself.”

After saying this, the man turned and left.

Humiliation and unwillingness intertwined, tears kept flowing.

She stared at his back and said with a wry smile, "If I am humiliating myself, then what about you? Do you insist that Ye Xiaowu is not humiliating himself?"

He has all kinds of women he wants, but he insists on forcing himself on a woman who wants to kill him. If this isn't abuse, what else could it be?

But no matter how hard she tried, Xiao Yan did not turn back;

Chen Anran cried and then smiled sadly.

This is life.

……

At this moment, on flight NY880.

Because the purpose was nominally to catch terrorists, in order not to alert the enemy, the broadcast was silent, everything on the plane was normal, and the passengers were not notified that the plane was returning.

Ye Xiaowu took a short nap, stretched, and got up. He drank the remaining half bottle of Dom Perignon champagne. He felt good after being slightly tipsy, and looked out the window at the night view.

There is still a vast ocean below.

Strange, after flying for so long, is it still floating over the Strait of Malacca?

She grabbed her phone and looked at the messages she had sent to Xiao Yan before, but the other party did not reply.

I guess he has given up!

Two hours later, the plane descended and was landing.

Ye Xiaowu planned to go for a stroll in the capital, have some midnight snack, report a case, and then book an executive suite and order a home SPA service to relax.

After landing, the plane broadcast sounded: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at our destination safely. Please take your luggage and get off the plane in order..."

Ye Xiaowu didn't have much luggage, just a vanilla-colored crocodile leather Brikin 20, which was bought by Xiao Yan when he first arrived in Nanyang.

She ran in such a hurry that she just took this one, and didn't bring back the milkshake she used most often. She would go to the counter to buy herself one later, but she didn't know whether she would need to get a matching set.

She was looking for a hotel with her bag in one hand and her cell phone in the other.

This crappy cell phone is a satellite phone, and it was still located in Southeast Asia when it landed. It responds very slowly.

I'll buy a new phone and throw it away.

She manually adjusted the location and planned to book a night at the Ritz-Carlton near the Financial Street. This hotel has a Michelin restaurant. The last time she and Xiao Yan went to Italy, the Michelin food they had was superb.

She fiddled with the interface of her mobile phone and reluctantly got off the plane through the VIP channel.

I didn't look up at first, and a refreshing night breeze blew over me.

Wow, the capital is a great place. It’s no mistake to come back. It’s as cool in midsummer as that island by the sea in the South China Sea.

but……

When she looked up, she was completely stunned.

How come this Imperial Capital Airport is exactly the same as Nanyang Airport? ?

She walked forward again, thinking that the bottle of Dom Perignon champagne had made her drunk and she was hallucinating, and rubbed her eyes hard.

No, no.

I just realized something and was about to rush into the airport.

At the exit, there was a flashy silver-top Maybach parked.

The man stood there in black, a cigarette between his lips. The moment he raised his brows, he locked onto her figure as if he were catching prey.

He put out the cigarette in his hand and smiled at her nonchalantly: "Ye Xiaowu, where are you going for a stroll?"

"..."

As soon as he called her, the hairs on her body stood up and she stood still, not daring to move.

Xiao Yan was not in a hurry to walk towards her. After a few short steps, he shook his phone and curled his lips playfully: "What does the text message mean? Are you sending me a nice guy card?"