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

Three days later, a silver-top Maybach was parked at the end of Hong Kong Street.

It’s almost May in Nanyang, the sun is scorching hot and the cicadas are chirping noisily outside the car.

The air conditioning in the car is on high.

Lao Ying sat in the front driver's seat, Xiao Yan leaned in the back seat, biting a cigarette, waiting for someone.

Being half an hour late is quite shameless.

Old Eagle saw Yueyue in the rearview mirror and said, "I thought she had been turned back again."

Xiao Yan's eyebrows were full of ruffian, and he sneered: "You don't understand women."

That’s true, the boss understands all women except Ye Xiaowu.

No, it should be said that he understands human nature, but Ye Xiaowu is a heartless person, so he doesn't understand.

Yueyue saw a familiar car and ran over quickly.

He opened the car door and got in, his face full of joy: "Brother Yan, this is what you wanted."

She handed him a small USB drive that she had stolen at the risk of being discovered by Aung San.

Xiao Yan took the USB drive, spun it between his fingertips, and said, "Well done."

Before she could speak, the man changed the subject and ordered her in a cold voice.

"get off."

She was stunned, and subconsciously reached out to climb onto his right arm, reminding him softly: "Brother Yan, last time you said that if I help you get the account book, you will marry me..."

Xiao Yan was a completely inhuman person. He would kill anyone, male or female, who opposed him. However, he would not make things difficult for women, even female spies who had the least human rights.

He lowered his eyes to look at the hand wrapped around his arm, chuckled expressionlessly, and raised his chin to signal her: "You go down first."

Although Yueyue didn't know what he was going to do, seeing that he didn't seem to be in a bad mood, she got out of the car obediently.

The right door of the car was open. Yueyue was standing outside and was about to turn around to look at him.

With a crisp and clear "click" sound, the bullet was quickly loaded.

Xiao Yan still had a cigarette between his lips. His right wrist, which was wearing Buddhist beads and a red hairband, held the pistol straight. He glanced coldly and shot the man in the left heart.

A person fell outside the car.

Even the car wasn't dirty.

The cold and silent gaze did not linger for even a second.

Monthly?

Well, this is not a recycling station for counterfeits, and he doesn’t have the habit of collecting inferior products.

He casually put away the gun, slammed the car door, and drove away calmly in the silver-top Maybach.

The car drove out for a distance.

Hawk glanced through the mirror and asked, "Are we going to look for Aung San now?"

Xiao Yan leaned back in the seat, spinning the USB in his hand, "Wait for him to come up to me. He'll behave himself after a while if we get to know him better."

"Should we go back to the base now or take a look around?"

"Let's go to Jing'en Temple."

Shit, I just killed someone and went to the temple.

To give people salvation?

……

Jing'en Temple is deserted on weekdays.

Xiao Yan lit a perpetual lamp for the child here, and the name on it read Xiao Xiaowu.

It has been offered for three months and it is still burning vigorously.

As usual, he added ghee.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in the hall, which had always been calm.

The ever-burning lamp went out right before my eyes.

Xiao Yan's brows suddenly frowned, and he took out his lighter, stubbornly trying to relight it.

Behind me came the earnest words of the monk: "Donor, the dead are gone, may they rest in peace, nothing can be forced."

Xiao Yan didn't believe this and looked at him arrogantly, "Then my Xiao Xiaowu's light will be turned off like this?"

The monk saw the pistol on his waist, which showed him murderous and unruly.

He smiled faintly and said, "Since you don't believe these, why bother deceiving yourself? The eternal lamp is extinguished, and it won't be the same lamp even if you light it again."

Ah.

This is true.

When I lit it again, it was not the same lamp as before.

Not the original one...

Forget it.

Wait for Xiao Yan to leave.

The monk walked to the extinguished eternal lamp and continued to burn incense.

He smiled and murmured: "The ever-bright lamp is extinguished, but the lamp in my heart is not extinguished. The rise and fall of fate are all determined by the mind."

Destroyed by the mind, born from the mind.

……

Eight months later, South City entered another cold winter.

As usual, Yan Haoyue got off work from Fengxing and drove to the hospital.

After Yan Chen was shot and fell into the sea, he was rescued by a secret rescue team arranged by Bo Hanshi, but he was seriously injured, with multiple broken ribs and his head hitting a reef. He lay on the hospital bed like a living dead and did not wake up for a long time.

The doctor had issued several critical illness notices before.

Let their family members be mentally prepared. If he lies in bed for such a long time, he will most likely never wake up. It was a rare achievement that his life could be saved in the first place.

The best caregivers are arranged there to provide care 24 hours a day.

The Yan family would take turns visiting him and occasionally talking to him.

Yan Haoyue would visit once every Friday, but no matter how many times he visited, there was nothing he could do.

In order to avoid the evening rush hour, she worked extra time in the office. It's already nine o'clock, why are there still so many cars and people on the road?

When you're waiting at a red light, open your car window and look outside.

On the sidewalk, there were several young girls walking together, dressed beautifully and wearing Christmas hats on their heads.

Oh, I remember, today is Christmas.

The biting cold wind blew in from outside, and white snowflakes floated in the dark sky.

Reminds me of the snow in New York.

The phone screen lit up and several WeChat messages popped up.

It was sent by her assistant Qin Rui.

[Is the boss gone? I just bought a Christmas cake! ]

[I've prepared a Christmas gift for you! ]

[I don't have to go to work tomorrow. How about we have a meal together? I'll treat you and bring you a gift? ]

Many sentences in a row.

Yan Haoyue leaned there, not knowing which sentence to reply first, so he just replied: [Work hard and stop thinking about flirting with your boss. ]

The green light just came on.

After she replied to the message, she threw her phone aside.

This Qin Rui just returned from New York University. He has been working for two months and his probation period has not yet ended, but he is already being fickle all the time.

For the second generation of rich people, internship is just like playing.

If he had one tenth of the ability of the man who was her assistant, she would be willing to keep him no matter how noisy he was.

That person... speaks little, but is ruthless and extremely ruthless.

That's right. If I had one tenth of that person's ability, I wouldn't have to work as her assistant.

She was too greedy and always wanted good quality and low price.

Drive all the way to the hospital.

It's snowing a bit harder outside.

As usual, she asked the doctor about Yan Chen's condition.

The doctor still said the same thing, that the possibility of waking up is slim, and even if he wakes up, he may be in a vegetative state.

I have asked this question many times, but every time I hear it, I find it unbearable.

She sighed deeply, walked into the ward, sat beside the bed, wiped his hands with a hot towel, and chatted with him in a casual manner.

"I used to complain that you were inflexible, but now that half of your business has been transferred to me, I find that I am not as good as you."

"Please wake up soon. I can't finish all the work by myself. I don't want to stay in South City forever. Please understand me."

"Brother, for the sake of me calling you brother, please wake up. I beg you."

She smiled bitterly, her tone helpless.

But Yan Chen lying on the hospital bed was motionless except for his beating heart.

She sat there dejectedly, not knowing how long she had been there before her cell phone dinged and she received a text message in English.

Property information from New York one57 Residences——

"The beauty of winter, the sweetness of Christmas Eve, and the ringing of Christmas bells. Dear owner, I wish you a merry Christmas."

There is also a management fee bill attached.

Scrolling down, there is an unread message in English, which is the new year's street property tax sent by the local tax department in New York.

Manhattan is the center of the world, and the property taxes it collects each year are the highest in the world.

The area centered on Fifth Avenue has excellent security.

Of course, in New York, good security also means extremely high property taxes.

All the miscellaneous expenses added up to more than one million US dollars in maintenance costs.

No wonder it is said that for Americans, buying a house costs one thing, and maintaining the house is another thing, and being able to afford to buy it does not necessarily mean being able to maintain it.

She leaned there and sighed.

The bill was scary.

This was the Christmas present she received?

If her elder brother never wakes up, she won't die of sadness, but will die of poverty from paying all these messy property taxes.

It was almost eleven o'clock when we drove out of the hospital.

There was a call from Yan Mansion.

She was stunned for a few seconds before picking up the phone: "Hello, Mr. Yan?"

"Haoyue, tomorrow is Saturday. Your sister and brother-in-law will bring Xiao Junxing to South City. Xiao Xiangsi will be there too. Why don't you come back for dinner?"

After she came back from Nanyang, she actually didn't go to Yan Mansion very often, and contacted Bo Hanshi and Qiao Yu even less often.

Mr. Yan asked her once, but she shook her head and never mentioned it. She didn't seem to want to mention it again. Mr. Yan was a smart man, so naturally he didn't mention it again.

For many things, everyone tacitly avoids talking about them, as if nothing happened.

She responded, "Okay, noon or evening?"

Mr. Yan said, "They won't arrive until the afternoon for dinner. By the way, come here, I have something else to tell you. I've recently found a few young people who are suitable for you. Come here, I'll show you their photos, and see if you like any of them."