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

Yan Chen, the Yan family...each of them is important, more important than their children.

Xiao Yan knelt on the carpet and looked at her at eye level. His blood was boiling and he had no outlet for it.

His hands were clasped on the sides of her neck.

The strength of his finger bones slowly tightened, and with just a casual bend, he could easily break the slender and fragile neck.

But his fingers were just placed on it with just a little more strength than usual.

At this moment, he really wanted to kill her.

But what was even more hateful was that he was still begging her to take back those cruel words.

He even gave her one last chance: "Ye Xiaowu, you said that it was the Yan family who used those shares to force you to abort the child. I know that you can't let go of Fengxing's little melons and two dates. You always want to go back to Nancheng, isn't it just for those shares."

He forced her to admit that she was not the one who killed their child.

But if she admitted that she couldn't keep the child, it was because Yan Chen and his men cooperated with Su Fang, and she was injected with a unique drug on the Su family's cargo ship, which caused the embryo to be deformed.

He would kill all the members of the Yan family and bury them with their children.

Oh, and there is Bo Hanshi, he can’t escape either.

Not only did Bo Hanshi and Yan Chen kill him, they also indirectly killed his child.

Xiao Yan was so vindictive that he might even take action against Bo Hanshi's two lovely children.

Little Xiangsi is so cute. After all, she is someone's aunt, even if she is not a biological one.

But some things, when it comes to her, just stop.

If this continues, no one will be able to escape easily from this smoke of war.

The corners of her eyes were red and wet, and she looked at him quietly and said, "I am not Ye Xiaowu, Xiao Yan, I have recovered my memory."

Ye Xiaowu can give birth to Xiao Yan's child without any burden.

But Yan Haoyue can't.

Xiao Yan chuckled, feeling it was ironic and ridiculous: "Why aren't you Ye Xiaowu? When I fucking knew you, you were Ye Xiaowu!"

She pursed her lips and said, "I don't want to be Ye Xiaowu at all. You are the only one who remembers and forces me to be Ye Xiaowu again."

"I regret... I regret meeting you in the orphanage, little mute."

"If it weren't for you, I could continue to be Yan Haoyue, the daughter of the Yan family. But now, because of you, everything has changed."

"Xiao Yan, everyone wants to live an easier life, and I want to too. Please, let me go."

Every word she said was tearful and resolute.

He stared at her blankly, his smile growing ever more desolate, "But you killed more than just my child. No matter if your mother is Ye Xiaowu or Yan Haoyue, that is still your child!"

She looked at him calmly, unmoved, without even a sign of struggle in her eyes.

Xiao Yan laughed so hard that his chest trembled.

What does he think he is like now?

Like a dog.

Like a stray dog ​​that was abandoned and stabbed several times and no one wants it.

He has long lost all his humanity and feels neither fear nor sadness.

But why does my heart feel numb and painful now?

Oh, now I remember, he used all the little bit of humanity that was left on Ye Xiaowu.

Well deserved.

He deserves to die.

After losing so badly, he still kept nagging her.

What a fucking bitch.

The string of Buddhist beads was thrown on the floor like garbage.

He picked it up and held it in his palm, almost crushing it.

His eyes were clearly smiling, but they were red as if they were about to bleed: "Ye Xiaowu, if I want you again, I'll be a slut!"

Who does she think she is?

He doesn't have to have her.

There are plenty of women willing to bear children for him, as long as he wants.

Ye Xiaowu's belly is not very precious.

This time, he did not forcefully put the Buddhist beads on her wrist.

If she doesn't want it, then forget it.

He stood up, without even looking at her, and left the bedroom.

The door was slammed shut.

All he heard was Xiao Yan's cold voice ordering Uncle Fei: "Keep an eye on her!"

He was so angry that he would never let her go.

Xiao Yan was like this. He would never give up until he had enough revenge. When he was tired of revenge and there was no hope left, he would just let it go.

Ye Xiaowu curled up on the edge of the bed, hugging himself and touching his empty left wrist.

I'm used to wearing it, and suddenly I take it off, and I feel a little empty.

But it doesn't matter, you'll get used to it.

No matter what happens, you will get used to it.

Ye Xiaowu, be strong, it will be over soon.

I had been holding back my tears all night, but the moment I lowered my head, they burst out one by one.

Smashed into a California sunset.

The only photo of "family of three" in the mobile phone album has been deleted, but what about the one in my heart?

……

She is temporarily trapped in her house in New York.

Xiao Yan came and stayed for only two days. During those two days, he had two different women around him, both of whom were young Hollywood actresses.

Xiao Yan leaned lazily on the sofa in the living room, looking at the closed door, smiling and flirting with the woman next to him, talking about random things.

The female star in front of him had big breasts, a thin waist, a hot body, and she would try to please him sincerely. In no way was she worse than Ye Xiaowu.

But I can’t tell what’s so boring about it.

After a dozen sentences back and forth, I felt completely bored.

It's dinner time.

Ye Xiaowu was called out by Uncle Fei for dinner, but it seemed like there was no place for her in the huge living room.

When the curvy chest of the female star was about to touch Xiao Yan's arm, Ye Xiaowu quickly finished the last bite of rice, without even looking at her, and turned back to the bedroom.

Xiao Yan pulled his arm away in annoyance. He no longer had the heart to play such a trick. He walked over and glanced at the plate.

Tsk.

I have a good appetite.

I can still finish my meal at this time.

He doesn't look sad.

He lit a cigarette and held it between his teeth.

The female celebrity behind me came up to me and asked, "Xiao, how about going to California with me tonight?"

The man in front of him was the top military partner in North America, at the top of the financial and power spectrum.

If she could catch him, she could use his power and connections to quickly gain a foothold in Hollywood.

Xiao Yan looked at the door.

California.

He raised his eyebrows and responded in a playful tone: "Okay."

It doesn't matter who you go with.

What's so special about California? It's not her, Ye Xiaowu's secret base.

In the bedroom.

Ye Xiaowu leaned against the door and listened quietly.

After Xiao Yan agreed, the sound of a door opening was heard after a while.

Xiao Yan took Nina away.

Went to California.

It was uncertain whether they would go to Sunset Boulevard, but they would definitely have sex tonight.

Someone as paranoid and extreme as Xiao Yan.

If he likes someone, he can turn his elbow towards you indefinitely.

If he loves you, he can give you the most blatant and biased preference in the world.

The villain and the prodigal son treat relationships in an extreme way.

Love is love.

Not loving means not loving.

Completely withdrawn.

Maybe after a while, she will be able to return to South City.

Ye Xiaowu slowly squatted down along the door panel.

I don't know why I suddenly have stomach pain.

Maybe I ate too fast just now.

But why do they have to go to California when there are so many places for them to go?

Something was completely shattered.

After that day, Xiao Yan never appeared again. He might have been lying in the hot bed of a Hollywood actress, or he might have returned to Southeast Asia to pursue his career.

Ye Xiaowu didn't ask, and Uncle Fei didn't say anything.

Half a month later, it's still very cold in New York.

Uncle Fei answered a call, looked at Ye Xiaowu and said, "Miss Ye, Vincenzo asked me to take you back to Nanyang."

On the other side, Xiao Yan hung up the phone and leaned back, his face showing laziness and boredom.

The cigarette between his fingertips was half burned, and a piece of hot ash fell gently, burning his fingers but he didn't react.

Just sneered.

What a fucking shame.

I haven't seen them for half a month, and there are a bunch of women hanging around me, but I can't remember any of their names or faces.

There is only one name in my mind.

Ye Xiaowu.