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

On the day Uncle Fei took Ye Xiaowu back to Nanyang, Aung San successfully ran for the position of Director-General, and Xiao Yan was invited to attend his celebration banquet.

Because it was a private party, the style was extravagant and extravagant.

The evening was filled with wine and women, and people drank all night long by the luxurious huge swimming pool.

All those who came to the party were powerful figures in Nanyang.

A bunch of young and beautiful girls, wearing sexy bikinis, became the insignificant yet indispensable fun and embellishment of the party.

Xiao Yan was used to this and was losing interest. He drank a few glasses of champagne when someone pushed him to the side and bumped into his arm.

The champagne spilled halfway onto his shirt.

A pair of white women's hands took the opportunity to come up and wipe his chest.

Xiao Yan casually pinched the wrist and threw it away, his eyes showing frivolous mockery: "Isn't this method a bit clumsy?"

Aung San came up and asked with a smile: "Yueyue, how do you serve Boss Xiao?"

Xiao Yan didn't even look at the woman at first, but when he heard the name, he seemed to be a little interested, but not much: "What's your name?"

The young girl stood in front of him and said crisply: "Boss Xiao, my name is Yueyue."

Aung San approached him and said with a smile, "If you like it, Boss Xiao, take it home and keep it. I asked someone to find it for you. It's very clean. It's a gift for helping me win the election."

Under normal circumstances, let alone her name being Yueyue, even if her name was Ye Xiaowu, Xiao Yan would never bring such a spy back.

Xiao Yan drank the champagne in his glass in one gulp. He saw that Aung San had more to say, so he asked bluntly, "Does Director Aung have anything else to say?"

Aung San winked at the one named Yueyue.

Yueyue was very smart and brought a new glass of champagne, "Boss Xiao."

I wanted to take advantage of the moment when the man was receiving the champagne, touch him with my fingers, and rub against him to play hard to get.

As a result, the man leaned on the soft sofa next to him, raised his eyebrows and said in a very tactless way: "Put it there."

It sounds like a casual sentence, but it also contains an implied command.

Seeing this, Aung San Suu Kyi was too lazy to continue with this.

He sat over, put his hand on Xiao Yan's shoulder, and whispered to the point: "Brother Xiao, when you first came to Nanyang, you took over several sugar factories. Those sugar factories didn't make much money, and our superiors want you to vacate one or two of them."

White sugar is an important strategic material. In peaceful places, the status of white sugar may be insignificant.

But in a place like Nanyang where riots often occurred, it was very important to nationalize the sugar mills. At that time, several large sugar mills were in the hands of wealthy private owners. The Nanyang government's budget was tight on buying military supplies and ammunition, and there was no extra money to take back the sugar mills from private owners.

In the past two years, public security in Nanyang has improved a lot, thanks to Xiao Yan's contribution. There have been fewer firings and the army has not purchased much ammunition, so there is naturally extra money to do other things.

Xiao Yan smiled at him and said, "Director Ang, have you ever heard the saying, 'People can't eat too much, and dogs can't be fed too well.'"

Look, I just helped him win the election for the position of director-general, and before I could keep quiet for two days, he started biting people.

It's because he was fed too well. He became arrogant and kept asking for more.

But Aung San Suu Kyi is not Ye Xiaowu. He can neither gain an inch nor make any progress against him.

He lit a cigarette and flicked the ash with his fingertips. He was in a low mood and obviously didn't want to continue this topic.

Aung San's face changed and he was about to say something.

Old Eagle, who was standing next to Xiao Yan, stepped out at the right time to change the subject: "Boss, Uncle Fei just called to say he has landed."

Xiao Yan stood up and said, "Director Ang, please warm up your seat first before we talk about other things. I'll take this month."

He rejected Aung San Suu Kyi, but then accepted Aung San Suu Kyi's people with a smile.

The right measure.

Aung San was not in a position to be aggressive, so he had to take the long view: "Okay, that's it for today, Boss Xiao, take care."

Xiao Yan threw the scarlet cigarette butt into the unfinished glass of champagne, and bubbles floated up.

He and the eagle walked away quickly.

Yueyue quickly grabbed a bathrobe, put it on, and followed.

Arrived at the door.

Xiao Yan had already sat in the back of the car, and Lao Ying asked, "Do you want her to get in the car?"

Refers to that month.

Xiao Yan sneered and made a joke: "Take her back and make her your wife."

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Half a month later, when I saw Ye Xiaowu again, she was standing there like a motionless wooden stake.

He has lost some weight, and his eyes aren't as bright anymore.

Well deserved.

Xiao Yan didn't walk towards her. He glanced at her lightly, then quickly looked away and called out to the woman behind him, "Yueyue, go pick a room for yourself."

When Ye Xiaowu first heard the voice "Yueyue", he instinctively thought that someone was calling her, and his eyes turned towards him unconsciously.

All I saw was a young woman standing next to him in a bathrobe, which looked like an afterthought.

But this is not what is more glaring.

It was the string of Buddhist beads she wore on her left wrist.

Ye Xiaowu's breathing suddenly stagnated. At this moment, he couldn't even pretend. He pursed his lips, but his face still turned pale.

The brain feels slightly dizzy and the body is slightly unstable.

California is not exclusive to Ye Xiaowu.

Neither are Buddhist beads.

He told her clearly - Ye Xiaowu, I don’t necessarily need you. What I can give to you, I can also give to others.

All that belonged to her turned into broken pieces of glass, one after another, carelessly, quickly and ruthlessly moving towards her.

That Yueyue went to choose a room.

The room she chose was not any other but the one where Ye Xiaowu lived, because it was the most spacious and brightest in the base and faced the sun.

She pointed to that room and asked Xiao Yan: "Brother Yan, is this one ok?"

Xiao Yan lit a cigarette and looked at Ye Xiaowu with an expressionless smile, but he said to Yueyue: "You have a good eye, that room is indeed the best. But that room is occupied, don't ask me, ask her if she is willing to move out."

He raised his chin and looked at Ye Xiaowu meaningfully.

Ye Xiaowu felt the blood in his body slowly coagulate, and even his thoughts froze.

She asked a ridiculous question for the first time: "Why is her name Yueyue?"

What a coincidence.

Xiao Yan naturally knew what she was thinking.

Blowing out a smoke ring, the smoke blurred his unbridled face, and he smiled frivolously and disdainfully: "How should I know? She was born with this name. Why don't you ask her to change her name?"

After that, he said sarcastically, "Yan Haoyue, right? Aren't you a little too overbearing? The name is also yours, right?"

She stood there, stunned for a moment, and slowly loosened her clenched fingers.

A little bit exhausted.

Xiao Yan's mouth can bounce blades.

Her skin was torn apart.

After that night, Yueyue moved into the room she used to live in and wore the Buddhist beads she used to wear on her left wrist.

Ye Xiaowu, who originally followed Xiao Yan in Nanyang, also became Yueyue.

Everything has changed.

She wanted to negotiate with him, but she hadn't seen him for half a month.

She was trapped in the base for a long time. She had food and drink, and even Chen Anran would come over and talk to her occasionally.

The days were not difficult, but they were long and hard.

After being trapped for a long time, the agility and brilliance of a person fade away little by little, as if covered with a layer of dust, dull and lifeless.

The body is fine, but the soul seems to be withered.

The weather in Nanyang had become hot in April. She had been imprisoned for nearly three months and had hardly seen Xiao Yan during that time.

He refused to see her, nor did he let her go. It was like a tug of war, wasting time on both sides until they were exhausted.

Songkran is the most important festival in Southeast Asia. On this day, they will hold a water splashing activity to eliminate evil and move towards a new beginning, which is equivalent to the New Year.

I heard that Xiao Yan took Yueyue down the mountain to celebrate Songkran Festival.

I wonder if they will also pass by a temple and go in to worship Buddha and make a wish to avoid the rain.

But in fact, Xiao Yan went to the orphanage with Lao Ying.

The group of children gathered around and shared the food and drinks.

Xiao Taozi asked: "Big brother, where is Xiaowu sister? Why didn't she come with you to see us?"

The last time they saw Ye Xiaowu was last winter.

Xiao Yan patted her head and smiled indifferently: "She is unhappy. I haven't seen her for a long time."

Xiao Taozi asked curiously: "Why are you unhappy? Did you have a fight?"

quarrel?

Is that considered a quarrel?

Xiao Yan said: "She doesn't want to be with me. She wants to leave me and leave here."

Little Taozi didn't understand, her eyes widened, "Why? Is it because big brother is not good enough? Or is this place not good enough?"

He was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Maybe it's because I'm not good, so it's not good for me around me either."

The eagle looked at him and was distracted for a moment.

"Will Sister Xiaowu really leave here?"

Xiao Taozi asked him.

Who is he asking?

He didn't know either.

Maybe their relationship should end in New York.

He is just stubborn.

Three months have passed and Ye Xiaowu has not taken any initiative.

She is just like that. She takes the initiative towards him only when she has an ulterior motive.

Looking at Xiao Taozi's innocent big eyes, she looks a bit like Ye Xiaowu when he was a child. She is talkative and noisy, and she likes to hug his legs and cry.

It is not known whether the child is a boy or a girl. If it is a girl, she should be a copy of Ye Xiaowu.

To this day, he still doesn't understand why she is so cruel to their children, even though she is so protective of the Yan family who are not related to her by blood.

Ah.

How could he forget.

She was just as cruel to him.

Today he accidentally discovered that in January in New York, when she was still pestering him and pretending to be affectionate, she had already transferred the money in Ye Xiaowu's account card to Yan Haoyue's account in China one by one.

She really wanted to leave him.

On the evening of Songkran, the base celebrated and everyone gathered together to eat and drink.

Only Ye Xiaowu was trapped in the house and had not had dinner yet.

Xiaodouzi served the food and was about to deliver it to him, but Yueyue intercepted him and said, "I'll deliver it."

Yueyue is a very amazing person. She has stayed with Brother Yan for so long.

I don't know what's so special about her. She's not as pleasing to the eye as Ye Xiaowu, nor as pretty as Ye Xiaowu, but she is more sensible and well-behaved than Ye Xiaowu.

When Yueyue brought in the meal, the lights were off in the room.

"Why don't you turn on the light?"

She turned on the light for Ye Xiaowu and brought the food over.

Ye Xiaowu noticed the red hairband in her hair at first glance.

I gave her the Buddhist beads and the red hairband.

It seems like all preferences have been removed completely.

Just as Ye Xiaowu was eating his meal mechanically.

Yueyue asked her: "Xiaowu, how did you feel when you were pregnant before? Did you feel like vomiting?"

She even knew about this.

It seems that Xiao Yan really treats her as his bedmate and tells her everything.

Ye Xiaowu said nothing.

Yueyue continued, "I might be pregnant."